29 May 2026 – Another bright, high-contrast day. Forget nuance! Go with what you’ve got.

Shadows.

And shadow play — their dance with the objects that throw them.

Shadows rippling like waves around & beneath the mermaid…

ovoid shadows of slightly varying dimensions, teasing the rigid, circular precision of their hosts…

the spiky shadow of a gently-angled railing…

and that same spiky shadow, when I shift positions, transformed into a drunken sprawl.

Alley cat and I are both mesmerized.

The long-suffering driver stuck behind me in the alley? Not so much.

He taps his horn (with remarkable restraint). I scamper out of the way.