We are used to seeing our shadow and the shadows of things cast by the sun. There is directness here, a linear path; sun, object, shadow. But, to see the shadow of something, not the thing itself, cast by the light of the moon, whose light is a reflection of the sun becomes complicated. As in other things in life, things are sometimes more complicated than we imagine at first.
I was taken by the organic shape of the tree’s shadow projected on the barn. There is symbolism here; the shadow of the living tree overlaid on the dead wood siding, illuminated by light reflected from the moon. And Cat Stevens singing in my head, a song that doesn’t make any sense to me.