Shadows hang heavy as charcoal-colored lead weights across a hunched back. Feet trample over stained and cracked streets. Pieces of trash blow in the wind like forgotten memories, settling in hidden crevices. Legs weary and tired march through, yearning for rest that never lasts quite long enough nor comes soon enough.
But look around. Wherever you can find another person, there is a chance for a shoulder of kindness.
Though we all carry one or two or three crosses, we don’t have to carry them alone. Under the eye of the sun, casting a shadow alongside our own, someone is there, with feet shuffling across the same unforgiving terrain, step for step.
Last year, our roaming photographer captured this image at an Easter ceremony in Chico. Busy backgrounds made a simple shot difficult. So in typical style, he looked to the shadows for guidance. And once again, a different angle, an unusual glance, told the story with deeper meaning, without all the fuss.
Though we walk alone, help is usually there when we lower our shields and let it glare in.