Nothing can sneak around when there is snow on the ground – not even the shadows. The snow makes a memento of every footstep, records every fallen stick, reveals the passage of time. Every mark shows signs of movement, while the wild horse stands still as a statue, only effecting to block out the sun.
34/365: wild horse in the snow
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How true. We have been looking at the tracks, to determine who has been here in the night. I don’t think about the shadows, and now I will.
I notice the shadows a lot in winter. For one thing, they are really long due to the angle of the sun. Plus, they stand out so strong against the snow.