‘Look for shadows’, says Jude. So I have. William did too, and he was sure he could catch his shadow if he tried just a little bit harder.
I went out catching shadows too: on roadways, in fields, on the bedroom wall. Sometimes they were crisp silhouettes of the objects themselves, and at other times bafflingly indistinct, or satisfyingly abstract.
Last year, in Northumberland: our intrepid band of hikers pinned against a drystone wall.
A selection of legs – human, probably – at Masham Sheep Fair.
Self-portrait as shadow.
Climbers growing outside the window reflected on the wall and ceiling.
Plant life on the roadside.
A pretty accurate portrait of an oak tree painted by the sun on a recently harrowed field last week.
From Pyrenees to Pennines 
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