Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men? The Shadow knows.
Most mornings I enter the back door of the building I work in and walk up three flights of stairs to my office. I am normally absorbed in my iPod and clutching my Grande Americano in my hand as I trudge up the stairs without thinking. This morning I paused and looked at the light streaming through the windows, casting intricate shadows of the bannisters onto the wall. It dawned on me that the light is nothing without the shadows.
I like to photograph shadows. Shadows create balance. Shadows soften the glare of light. Shadows create mood.
Add shadows to a face and you create mystery.
Add shadow to reality and you create a dream.