More playing with shadows. That phrase carries so much innuendo, doesn’t it? Shadows are fascinating toys in photography, playmates in life (for haven’t we all played with our shadows on the sidewalk in the sun?), and things that creep around in the corners of the darkest rooms in our souls. On the playa, they are simple. There are shadows from shells, as we saw in yesterday’s post, shadows from palm trees, shadows from palapas. You are probably saying, silly Seasweetie, these are not shadows on the sand. It’s just wet sand washed by the waves. Perhaps you are right. But perhaps as shadows inhabit our memories, the sand holds the memory of the waves that move and touch it.


Cozumel, Mexico.

Quote of the day: “Our imagination flies — we are its shadow on the earth.” — Vladimir Nabokov

Daily gratitudes:
Spending the day helping a stranger who is now a new friend
Starting House of Cards on Netflix
The caw of a lone seagull
That Kelsea and I have little things that make us miss each other