shadows

For the past several years, I have documented the passage of time by photographing morning shadows through our front curtains, marking the changes in the weather and seasons by the color and intensity of the light and growth of the shrubbery outside.

The morning sunlight was often golden, on some days cold and gray, and occasionally burned red for a few seconds at sunrise. Fabric folds added texture; the shadow leaves curled or unfolded with the seasons, all contributing to complex abstract images. The images became mysterious, watery, and occasionally figurative.