that .wretched shadow (pt. ii)

In part 1 of that wretched shadow (see here) I went on about the ball on the chain of my existence…
I had a brief uplifting of hopes when I got an “okay” shot in with my mobile phone, but it was 1) below par in terms of quality, and 2) still cluttered with all kinds of crap.

Then yesterday came.
I went to pick up our son from a play date, and I passed here, again.
It was raining, again.
There was no shadow whatsoever, again.
I tossed an uninterested glance to the side, grunted (as I appear to be doing now frequently when I pass here), because seven years of patience still got me nowhere, and drove on.

But then the sky cleared and slowly the sun came out. On the way back we passed here, again.
And I didn’t have my gear with me. Again.
Only this time I felt there was time still, so we rushed home, I grabbed the camera and rushed back.

It’s still not the long shadow I saw back in 2019, nor the longer-ish shadow I shot last year with the phone, but I think it’s a good one. The shadow is pretty crisp, there’s no clutter, and the walls have been cleaned earlier this year. And it took only 7 years!
It makes for a good triptych when, perhaps, in 2033 (or somewhen there) I finally get the picture with the long shadow.

Until then, I’ll just grunt when I pass there, and move on.