The essay viewed from a desktop monitor.

In Praise of Shadows

What was a batch of random sticks and leaves just a moment ago—click!—is now a complex web of marvelous shadows.

Robin Rendle

I enjoyed the presentation of this essay as much as its message. Opening it up on my desktop with its massive screen, reading the essay was like peering through a fence line. With each little glimpse of the world beyond holding up a post-it note of thought.

One thought. One moment. One quote. One picture.

I strolled through this essay. Stopping to admire the scenery and reading each little note as I passed by. I was struck by just how peaceful it was to enjoy. The web is brightly lit and devoid of shadows. It was nice to remember the shadows and breathe them in.