Crowded with Shadows...

George H. Seeley, Winter Landscape, 1909

“It was no wonder to them now that they had not been able to tell what it was, for this surface was everywhere crowded with shadows. The mass was chiefly made up of shadows of leaves innumerable, of all lovely and imaginative forms, waving to and fro, floating and quivering in one breath of a breeze whose motion was unfelt, whose sound was unheard […] As they walked they waded knee-deep in the lovely lake. For the shadows were not merely lying on the surface of the ground, but heaped up above it like substantial forms of darkness, as if they had been cast upon a thousand different planes of the air.”

~ George MacDonald, The Golden Key