Light and dark

This morning dawned bright and sunny after an overcast weekend and I went out looking for contrast. This is of course an hommage, but I also wanted to se how the low slanting light of November reveals texture and pattern. By virtue, of course, of the dark shadow.
I hoped the image would also refer to the 'fires of loss' to which I alluded the other day. Loss has the aspect - the light side perhaps - of burning away all that is superficial and irrelevant, leaving me and others who are bereaved facing the serious, big things in life, which are hard as stone. It's a crash course in insight. I've needed to work hard on my relationship with Teleri, the irony of which, after her departure, is not lost on me. And accepting that the light and dark, the 'good' and 'bad' are all part of our human picture, our particular dance, is a challenge, a necessary one.
Teleri loved the play of shadows, as many of you know. She delighted in the ephemeral dancing present: 'Gorgeous!' she'd say. Maybe I can see both of us in this image.