Perhaps you are part of what I have named, “The Shadow Club”. Perhaps like me, you have watched the combined shadow jig and jog as one's trusty steed moves along a trail. I dream of the conquistadors’ on their little Spanish Barb horses, of the Nez Perce on Appaloosas’, of Genghis Khan’s Soldiers; drinking mares milk and seeing the bobbling and warbling shadows move across a continent. Our retinas have seen something amazing and specific, an original animation, the shadows bobbling over the landscape, an abstraction.