I suppose walking with shadows can be a metaphor for walking with baggage, which is a metaphor for walking with skeletons in the closet, which is a metaphor for the human condition of western society. That is how you take a perfectly normal thing like a shadow and turn it into a depressing commentary on life. Switching gears, this image has exactly 52 shades of grey.
The other night I found myself driving north on the Pacific Coast Highway well after dark. That's because I was driving south to enjoy the scenery and sunset hours earlier and on account of the natural beauty I couldn't stop driving. Finally I came to a section before Hurst Castle and decided to turn back on account of some road construction and that I had a flight out of San Jose early in the morning. Along the way back I stopped many times to take pictures of the scenery. For me it was an epic adventure I'll not soon forget. This is Bixby Bridge which was built in the 1930s. To get this I stood on the edge of a cliff in total darkness. Fortunately I had taken some similar photos hours before during daylight so I had an idea of how close to the edge I could get. Maybe not the wisest thing I've ever done, but I was in the zone and, well, it is what it is.
Along the Lands End Trail in San Fransisco there is an out cropping of upon which this labyrinth has been constructed out of stones. I'm not sure if this is maintained by the park service or just some sort of grass roots expression of ingenuity. It's approached after descending a steep side trail and, at least for me, was a total surprise. There were at least a dozen people working through this to reach the center. It sits atop a cliff overlooking the bay with a spectacular view of the Golden Gate Bridge in one direction and the pacific ocean in the other.
