If you guessed that I am, once again, indulging my mud puddle jones then you are absolutely correct. It does make an otherwise mundane image other-worldly, as if you were not quite here or there but where?
Photo by Roman.
Tag: reflections
You Are Here
and this is precisely how much you matter,
and everything is a reflection or reflection’s compliment.
On the Loop over Wells.
flow
Photo by Roman.
unnaturally?
Auto Reflection
Photo by Roman.
Looking Backward
… yet always in the same place.
Chalk it up to my fascination with reflections and distortions, but what a nice metaphor for one’s past: glories and shame, bon mots and faux pas, one and all, a presence in your rear view mirrors, always closer than it seems.
Photo by Roman.
Fenced
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‘But it is not your own Shire,’ said Gildor. ‘Others dwelt here before hobbits were; and others will dwell here again when hobbits are no more. The wide world is all about you: you can fence yourselves in, but you cannot for ever fence it out.’
— J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
Dark Passage
Photo by Roman.
It was actually the afternoon, but it was dark beneath the bridge. It made the lights reflected by the car all the more interesting.
Autumnobile
Autumn as reflected by automobiles.
Photo by Roman.
Street Lamp
Photo by Roman.
as seen from the street.
Smokin’ the Hood
Photo by Roman.
The weather as reflected by the hood of a car. It’s another one of those cosmos in a drop of water moments for me…
Yip Abides 