Shadows in the sun's venue

A rain-washed day at Lake Harriet provides an opportunity to encounter the grey, reflective part of my soul. I am as excited about these images as someone else might be about blue skies, taut sails run up into a capricious breeze, and running paths crowded elbow to knee with hale achievers.
These unpopulated glimpses into the downtime of a playful city are not expressions of melancholy or anomie. They are in fact celebrations of the pauses between actions. There is color here, and the signatures of lives lived with attention to detail. It is the silence between passages, when the body rebuilds itself. The light falls more evenly and searchingly into every crevice, giving shadows their due.