WPC: Shadowlands

The true history hides in the shadows, they say.

A quick dash through my pack members and their shadows, plus some other Slovenian shadows for you.

And now I better rush out since it’s almost 1.45 am for when the full moon, lunar eclipse and a passing of a green comet with the violet tail has been promised. For real.

The first photo of us ever, 2012 in Roma.

After moving here in 2013, at first it went this way, but just for a few months.

Then the addition came.

We became a pack. This is one of my favourite photos of these four years.

Even though usually it’s just him and me on the beach.

We have guest pack members too.

And this makes me happy.

And now some Slovenian shadowlands. Behind us is a tunnel connecting Strunjan and Portorož.

Three from Škocjanski zatok: bestia said he better lead the way with father.

The rest of us look menacing.

And now plotting too! (After alerting mom and amore to our shadows.)

Cargo lift to Sabotin hill above Nova Gorica.

And for finish: two photos of a tree playing with its shadow.

Šmartno, Brda, Slovenia.

Photo: © signature mmm

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: Shadow