I suffer for my art, such as it is. The art, I mean. The suffering, like the struggle, is real. This, for example, was a nasty cold-windy day in Winterpeg just two days before it became Winnerpeg, and we’d stopped at the on-airport gas station to wait for a flight to arrive, there being no formal cell-phone waiting lot. That amazed me.
Reflections amaze me, too: I realize I have neither a technical nor an intuitive understanding of what will show up where. That doesn’t stop me from enjoying them, especially a double one like this.
That is quite striking, Isabel.
Tom
Tom – Thank you. Aren’t they amazing?
WOW! Took me a while to figure out this image, seeing the sky as waterways and the windshield wipers as trains! well spotted.Thanks! it made my visual day.
Barbara – Thanks! You just made mine. I try to maximize the reflection in the image by cropping out the thing hosting it, but some remains inevitably. And necessarily, I guess, for context and visual comprehensibility.
Brilliant! You have a gift for noticing and capturing images that many would ignore. I think they are among your most memorable photos. They help me to be more aware of the delights around me.
Laurna – Many thanks. A photographer I know in Scotland suggested that I make a reflection video this year, but my computer would not cooperate. I think he saw my (slight, very slight) interest in or love of reflections.
I like it! Graphic and completely unexpected!
Judith – Excellent! Glad you enjoyed it.