My last two posts not only described my love/hate relation with the rain but also contains photos of reflexions.
Love the thought that reflections are a peek into another world
I'm a big fan of reflections! Rainwater, puddles, rivers, windows. And your spelling, 'reflexions', too. I think I'll start using it.
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.
Nice reflections on reflexions.
I love reflections, too! Looking for reflections is how I started out with photography, but my fascination with it has never stopped.
Love the thought that reflections are a peek into another world
I'm a big fan of reflections! Rainwater, puddles, rivers, windows. And your spelling, 'reflexions', too. I think I'll start using it.
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.
Nice reflections on reflexions.
I love reflections, too! Looking for reflections is how I started out with photography, but my fascination with it has never stopped.