As I’ve already illustrated, I am a collector of shadows. After spending most of yesterday in bed waiting for my inexplicably queasy stomach to settle, by afternoon I could deny the dog no longer: we’d go for a short walk.
Yesterday was sunny and mild, with afternoon temperatures in the almost tropical 60s. Mothers and children were out riding bikes on the Industrial Heritage Trail, a stretch of railroad-track-turned-bikepath that runs behind several local factories. I like to walk the dog along this segment of trail because it heads away rather than toward downtown Keene: in other words, it’s lonely enough that I can let Reggie run off-leash within city limits.
It was, as I mentioned, afternoon by the time Reg and I went walking; since I was still feeling sickly, I didn’t plan to take any photos. But I never leave the house without my camera, and the afternoon shadows were irresistible with their delightfully geometric lines and angles.
When Reggie and returned from walking, it was too mild and glorious to go inside even though my body wanted rest. So the dog and I did something we haven’t done since last fall, sitting outside on the screened back porch just like I did this time last year. So much has changed in my life since last year, but afternoon shadows remain the same, as regular as clockwork.