It's lighter longer, but the sun still slouches low in the sky these January afternoons. So before it's too late, I shoot winter shadows.
The posts, lattice work and vines make a delicate tracery on the siding. A monochrome reflection of an already color-stripped world.
Even the errant string of Christmas lights that dangles, unkempt, from the crossbeam looks elegant in reverse.
When the wind blows, the shadows wag in the fading light.