This has officially become my favorite picture of Cricket (to the right). Taken at Market Square, while her mother visited some of her girlfriends, my daughter sauntered around the ladies, enamored by her shadow on the concrete pavement below her feet. In what seems out of an Aristotle philosophical dialogue or a J.M. Barry story, my daughter found great joy following this grayed flow of a creature around as it snaked along the ground, and caught it just long enough for it to stand still with her for this photo. What makes this photo so special to me is the look of delight and freedom on my one-year old's face. She has no care in the world, only the satisfaction of catching her shadow as it attempts to outrun her on the concrete blocks of Market Square.
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