Shadow on Cobblestone
Sicily 2015
The shadow of a palm tree flows over the rough cobblestones like blood spilling from a dead body.
I couldn’t help but think of the Mafia when we were in Sicily. There was no evidence of it anywhere that I could see so I had to extrapolate. Using harsh contrast renders a dark and sinister look.
Advice
An older man seems to be giving instructions to a younger man who acknowledges with downcast head.
It was my friend, Torie, who used to point out shadows to me. She loved shadows. I’d never thought about them, but I do now.