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 began calling my name like sirens across rocky divides. My incessant question remained, “Can I get out there?” My omnipresent shadow followed me in these risks, perching on unreachable cliffs and leaving ghost traces in my wake. Eventually I began taking her picture to map our imprint on these coveted spots, 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 wherever 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.