Reflecting on reflexions
My last two posts not only described my love/hate relation with the rain but also contains photos of reflexions. Reflexions as a subject occur pretty often in my photography and they are the subject of today’s post. If the last posts were presenting some “natural” reflexions which were possible only because of rain, today I will present some “artificial” ones that occurs because of the human interactions: without humans building the windows, we wouldn’t have these reflexions.
Why reflexions? I don’t really have an answer. Sometimes I am attracted to something that catches my eyes while passing; sometimes I see a meaning or a contradition in the juxtaposition of the images reflected; sometimes I see a different world right there in front of my eyes, another universe if you want, a world that people just choose to pass by. All I know is that I love reflexions and I will alway try to capture them.
I've been thinking about Nabokov this week and am reminded of his lines from Pale Fire:
I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
By the false azure in the windowpane;
I was the smudge of ashen fluff -and I
Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky.
I love reflections, too! Looking for reflections is how I started out with photography, but my fascination with it has never stopped.