by Laura Bernardeschi Nelson By Laura Bernardeschi Nelson The afternoon sun hung low over the Garden, casting long, skeletal shadows across the gravel paths. The air held that peculiar stillness that comes just before dusk, when even the breeze seems to hesitate. High above the grit, perched on a weathered stone plinth worn smooth byContinueContinue reading “The Race of the Ridiculous: A Tale of the Garden’s Shadow”