Reflection of Me

reflection-of-me

I suppose this is what I look like, a lot of the time, a camera positioned in front of my face.

There was a broken piece of glass against an old shed the other day, and I had to capture it. I had intended to make a few compositions of the slivered shards and reflected light. When I stepped in front of it, it was myself that I saw. (Three times over!)

So I took a picture of me, instead.

The Empty Chair

empty-chair

A mirror broke today.

It was a large, heavy mirror. One that I had painted and thought looked perfect on the table in my dining room. Even though I had secured it to the wall, it came crashing down.

It scratched my good table, chipped my new floor, and sent shards of glass flying across two rooms. I was disappointed and discouraged.

But no one was hurt.

Mostly, I feel a tremendous sense of gratitude for the empty chair.