When I was about 3 years old I'd stay overnight with my Grandma who lived on an unlit country road. The bedroom had net curtains so whenever a car went by it would create moving shadows on the wall. At first I was frightened by these moving shapes, so it became her habit to lie down with me and tell me stories about the shadow pictures on the wall. Those tales were magical and turned fear into eagerness for bedtime. One of my most treasured memories.
This is such a beautiful story, Paula, thank you so much for sharing! So funny how those little movements of a shadow or a curtain can transport you right back to the moment as a kid, right? The memories living in the shadows. Gorgeous.
Yay, shadows! 💚
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When I was about 3 years old I'd stay overnight with my Grandma who lived on an unlit country road. The bedroom had net curtains so whenever a car went by it would create moving shadows on the wall. At first I was frightened by these moving shapes, so it became her habit to lie down with me and tell me stories about the shadow pictures on the wall. Those tales were magical and turned fear into eagerness for bedtime. One of my most treasured memories.
This is such a beautiful story, Paula, thank you so much for sharing! So funny how those little movements of a shadow or a curtain can transport you right back to the moment as a kid, right? The memories living in the shadows. Gorgeous.
The photography here is just gorgeous, as are the words.