Shadows are in a very real sense prints, if fleeting. I suppose that’s why many photographers respond to them. That I hauled a view camera up on the garage roof on the hottest day of the year to take pictures of a busted weathervane’s random castings is testament to that. Or to my stupidity. I’ve always preferred viewing prints to making them, so most of my photographic acts aren’t totally unrelated to that. The capture being only a interim, or adjunct, profanity. These aren’t great photographs by any means, but at the time they were excellent prints.