s w o o n d (née diana:muse): shadow box

9.21.2009

shadow box

On autumn's cusp, the play between light and shadow is more evident than ever. Brilliant, golden light pushes high-contrast, sharp-edged shadow into the fore. I shot this photo yesterday afternoon at the Columbus Ave/76th St. flea market. The shadows seem to articulate the shell forms better than the shells themselves, don't you think? It's all very rich and wonderful and Jungian.

Happy pre-autumnal equinox, my darlings.

:image dianamuse

4 { комментарии }:

dutchbaby said...: Stunningly beautiful - yes, especially the shadows.; 9/21/2009
alison said...: I love this photo - so often we look at things but don't really see what's there.; 9/21/2009
Luisa Perkins said...: Oooh, that image gives me an idea for a story. Thanks for the inspiration.; 9/22/2009
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