Form From Shadows

I’m about to get a bit abstract with these images. They all have shadows in them and I tried to include the original shape as much as possible to give a sense where the shadow was being cast from.

I shot all these on my Canon S100 as I have been putting it through its paces. One of the things I always liked about Canon’s compact cameras in that the spot metering really gives you control over the light and how you meter it and where. The half-press on the shutter button locks it and you can recompose as your heart contends.

I left this set between color and monochrome. Just has it felt to me as editing. Some required very little editing other than a tone curve added and some had some dodging and burning. Was nice to quickly edit.

Enjoy.

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  1. I like the shadow photos. I also like poetry and the shadows bring back memories of a poem that has stayed with me all of these years. I an sure that a lot of people also know the poem. Not sure the photographer does. Here goes.
    I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
    And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
    He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;
    And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.

    The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow–
    Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;
    For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball,
    And he sometimes goes so little that there’s none of him at all.

    He hasn’t got a notion of how children ought to play,
    And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.
    He stays so close behind me, he’s a coward you can see;
    I’d think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!

    One morning, very early, before the sun was up,
    I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;
    But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head,
    Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.

    Robert Louis Stevenson