Don't you just hate a shadow with a smart reply? I think this would be better without the brighter blue area at the top

VZ: "Don't you just hate a shadow with a smart reply?" Actually, I kind of like it. Sometimes we engage in longer conversations than this one.

A little twisted, but I like it!

VZ: Hmmm...
1. In which way it's twisted, Nadine? Like, mentally twisted?
2. In which way do you like it?

Smart-arse Shadow...you can always threaten to move into the shade if it keeps insisting on doing the witty lines.

VZ: If I threaten my shadow, it might threaten to leave me in return. In this case, I might turn into a ghost, and I wouldn't like that.

Your shdow doesn't appear to be holding a camera. Carefully done.

VZ: I would never ever trust this shadow to hold my camera, Ian. Enough that it talks back.

I'm fascinated by the symphony of these sunflown colours (an "wahre Augenweide") on a beautiful autum day with a waterblue sky -like on an impresionistic painting- more than -sorry- by the shadow. I like the contemplation behaviour of the shadow, he seems to be fascinated too, has forgotten his camera and he seems to hold fast to the fence in order not to get dragged away by the colourstream. It is a poetry of colours indeed, created by nature and youself!

VZ: It seems nature and I get along okay. From time to time we venture into a collaborative effort, often to our mutual satisfaction. I guess this was one of these moments, Philine.

That's one cool looking shadow...bottom of the, lake?,River?, looks inviting.

VZ: Looks inviting? I beg you not to jump, Ada, unless you're a hell of a swimmer.

Ahahah ! You're certainly a poet but I love your sens of humor !

VZ: In turn, I adore those, who understands my sense of humor, Flo. Too bad there are not many of them around me, as I get into all kinds of trouble all too often

knowing how clever you are with words i sure bet it was a interesting chat, bit like the shot in general, very cool for sure

VZ: Speaking with your own shadow is like playing chess with death, Tim. Could turn deadly, if you lose the verbal battle.

Nice use of shadow reflected in water, VZ.

VZ: What in the world does this mean, Chad?
Looks like this time it was the other way around, my shadow used me.

Please don't deride me, but, sorry, I can't stop to add some (not else's) verses to your autumn-pic (that my favourite 'interpretation', perhaps they could go together with the drunken colours!

Come to ... (Stefan George)

Come to the park they say is dead, and view
The shimmer of the smiling shores beyond,
The stainless clouds with unexpected blue
Diffuse a light on motley path and pond.

The tender grey, the burning yellow seize
Of birch and boxwood, mellow is the breeze.
Not wholly do the tardy roses wane,
So kiss and gather them and wreathe the chain.

The purple on the twists of wilding vine,
The last of asters you shall not forget,
And what of living verdure lingers yet,
Around the autumn vision lightly twine.

VZ: Oh Philine, I would never deride you, ever.
The unexpected blue truly diffuses the light on the pond, and the yellow truly burns. You're right, all the colors are drunken here, and I even suspect the same about my shadow.

Hello Viktor! Were you able to spend wonderful time there? Good self-portrait with beautiful background.

VZ: Hey Makoto,
Piedmont Park is a city park. It is located about 10 min. of a walking distance from my office, so I'm a frequent guest there. When the weather is good, the lunch walk is a pleasant endeavor.