We pass this old church, nested among grave stones like a mother hen with her chicks, every fall on our way up to Michigan to pick apples. Every year on our way north, we see a man sitting on the steps beside the cellar door. Every year he is gone when we come back through on our way home - every year for over 20 years.
This time, I snapped a photo of the church on our way home. The man had been there earlier, as usual, and as usual was now gone. Just an old church without our mystery man.
But ... what is that shadow in the window above the cellar door?
The photo is cropped, but is otherwise straight from the camera. There isn't anything to cast that shadow, and that one is only on the shutters inside the window, not on the outside of the church.
There are lots more shadows to see at HeyHarriet's: