SHADOW TRACES
WHY IS SHE FOLLOWING ME?
“Be Careful!” is a constant caution from friends and I genuinely do my best to heed it. However, once the landscape became a part of me unvisited locations called my name like sirens across rocky divides. My incessant question remained, “Can I get out there?” My omnipresent shadow followed me perched on unreachable cliffs leaving ghost traces in my wake. Eventually I took her picture to map coveted spots leaving our imprint behind like breadcrumbs for our return.
I AM A LINE ON THE MAP
During repeat visits to principal locations, my shadow lingered precariously in the landscape tracing where I’d hiked and climbed. We echoed the strand line of beach detritus that mapped the ocean’s high-water stain left overnight. With each step my worn pathway engraved another strata layer of memory tracing my steady presence in the surroundings.