Shadow Self

Native American guy accosted me for a hand-out. 

When I refused his buddy gave me a hug against my will.

Reeking of alcohol he insisted that he loved me and will always love me. 

I am afraid this stranger believed I really needed a hug. 

The man was right.

Mondrianesque

Vendors

At the end of yet another day.

Native American artisans in their traditional area

under the portal of the Palace of the Governor

in Santa Fe, New Mexico

The City Different in the Land of Enchantment.

This concludes a series of photos focused on people, light and shadows.

Shadow Play

... for what is inferior or even worthless 

belongs to me as my Shadow 

and gives me substance and mass.  

How can I be substantial if I fail to cast a Shadow?

I must have a dark side also if I am to be whole ...

C. G. Jung

4 Years of cohabitation.

4 years of practice of my role as pack leader.

4 years of placing Isabella's needs above my wants.