Painted Shadow

The tree made a beautiful shadow in the low evening sun. On a whim, a man spent a few evenings painting the shadow so that it became a permanent part of the view. To him, the painted shadow is a captured moment. When the sun is not shining, the painted shadow is a memory of brightness. But the painted shadow is at its best when the low evening sun draws another shadow which marches towards its fixed brother, merges briefly and then slides past.