Friday, July 29, 2005

Light and shadow

Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men? The Shadow knows.
--the Shadow

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.


Anonymous said...

So, you like shadows better than LIGHTS is it? Well, I've never been so insulted in all my weeks on the internet. Don't you realize that without LIGHTS there wouldn't even be any of your precious shadows to marvel at? "Soften the glare of LIGHT" indeed.

Time said...

I'm sorry, do I know you?

Anonymous said...

Well now, that depends on your definition.

Naughti Biscotti said...

haa haaa you guys crack me up.

I found your words to be rich with wisdom and thougt provoking. Of course, without one you wouldn't have the other. Yin yang thang.
Very nice photos btw.

Time said...

I of course did not mean "know" in the Biblical sense.

But I did not mean to offend the Light, per se. Because shadow and light go hand in hand (again, not in the Biblical sense). More like that great song sang by Stevie Wonder and Paul McCartney..."Ebony and Ivory, together in perfect harmony..."

Time said...

Thanks Shandi,

It is a yin/yang thing, or a Darth Vadar/Obe Wan thing.

I'm glad you liked the photos. It was kind of my shameless way of posting them under the pretext of philosophy.

Anonymous said...

Not to worry, Tim ol' boy. I was merely faking indignation because I couldn't come up with anything better.
And "knowing" in the biblical sense was not what I had in mind. You do not know me in the sense that you know, say "R", for instance. I believe that you are related and have probably met in the flesh and are well acquainted. I, on the other hand am "known" to you only through these posts. So the only thing you really know about me is that I am probably not Stephen King. On the other hand I have revealed enough about myself for you to make assumptions about me that are probably pretty accurate. On the third hand, I may be completely full of shit. But that's the beauty of the internet. Ya' never "know" for sure, and that makes it all the more interesting.

Time said...

R is my nephew. He spit up baby vomit on my head when I was 19.

But you are right. You never really know someone, especially on the Internet.

I had this female kitten once that I took in to get spayed. The vet suggested I get "her" neutered instead.

So you never know.