Shadows Dancing in the Early Morn

Regular readers of my blog know I'm fascinated with shadows. On the rare occasion I wake up very early, they always seem to be the strongest in my apartment. Above, a "shadow rider" gallops into one of my pieces hanging in his way. Some of the images in this post are brand new, some are from 2012. I've shot more than 30,000 photos in the past 10 year sor so and I frequently go back and look in old folders to see what I may have never processed.

One of my family ancestor's reflecting the livingroom curtains on its glass as well as the early morning shadows.

 

Shadows perfectly frame his eyes, which, yes, do follow you around the room in the best horror show tradition!

 

If it weren't for the mostly-closed curtain behind it signifying winter, this morning sun almost looks warm. It wasn't, lol!

A study in black and white, these circa 1990 Spring Maid towels have been a staple in my bathrooms since new. They're a bit threadbare and are covered with paint spots, but then again, almost everything I own has a bit of extra paint on it by now!

 

 

This antique framed portrait is completely original. It has never been opened up in the back since it was framed in the late 1800s. This piece was left in an attic for more than 75 years during an almost 50-year legal battle and is much the worse for it, but I love every tiny detail of its history writ large across it.

I've rearranged a few of my pieces around the apartment. The gold glazed vase on the left is a recent thrift store purchase, and absolutely beautiful Victorian piece covered in 24K gold. The style of glaze matches other pieces I've had in my collection but the fluted shape is new to me. I'm not positive of the technique but these pieces are "warranted gold" which is good enough for me, lol.

Perhaps a bit too harshly lit for her own good, my pink-haired Wishnik troll stands watch from her art case perch. That's my aunt's last car's gascap to the right from a 1972 Hornet. The covered "chicken dishes" were always used to hold salt to dipping fresh radishes into, something my Uncle Bill insisted on every summer.

 

My eyes are always open when I'm walking. Above, just a branch I found in the woods that just about yelled to me to bring it home. The curves and twists are just so elegantly formed, I've kept it for almost ten years now. That's a very thin Wedgewood bud vase on the left and a now-vintage wooden child's airplane toy. I like the "modern era's" electrical and cable outlets almost centered in this early morning image. This is actually the top of the TV and behind it. I'm not sure what I'd do with a modern flatscreen, I'd lose an entire horizontal surface to display things!