Me and my shadow

There was a slight danger that I might go a little stir crazy, yesterday. I was working from home and getting absolutely loads done. In fact, I was on such a roll* that I opted not to go for a run and to keep on working through.

However, later on in the day it became apparent that despite the peace and productivity, the open fire and exemplary musical choices, I was going to have to either go to the shops or resort to eating chopped tomatoes mixed with gravy granules for my dinner. And it was at this point, I realised that I hadn't seen anyone all day or, indeed, left the cottage.

Having done my shopping at Booths, I walked around to see the kids. Although it was still very cold, the sun was shining, casting shadows everywhere. Here's mine against the wall along Kendal Road. (That 'hunch' is my rucksack full of shopping.)

Then, as I walked on, it occurred to me that there's a very fundamental difference between sunny days and cloudy ones, the fact that our vision is suddenly complicated by shadows: new black shapes, sometimes short, then elongated, changing all through the day, splattered over everything. I know that sounds bloody obvious but isn't it great how our brains just cope with stuff like that? (I don't know why I've never thought about that before, maybe because I don't draw or paint.)

Anyway, nothing world shattering but at least it's a break from the political ranting :-)

*and it was also rather cold