Each morning, at a specific time of day, the sun would arrive for just a few minutes on a stark wall of a place we were visiting. Over the week it would arrive as expected like clockwork, a sundial projection casting a focused ray of light into a bulb-less lamp. A crisp shadow of itself sitting perfectly outlined on the shade. There was something meditative about that shadow against this stark wall for just a few moments each day.

On my last day today it was finally time to stop observing and take a picture.