Other than the obvious, such as this picture above, this word has many connotations for me.
This wonderful image taken by Elna Mok inspired me to look amongst my photos…
And stretch this word…Reflection.
Should all reflections be accurate, mirror images?…I think not. Just like a memory, I don’t mind if the image is longer, or blurrier..if the reflection is faded or sharp.
This dark mystery (above) duplicated, calls me
And this little guy – majestic beauty replicated…calls this lady!
Another man comes into the frame – rip up the canvas!
When I can’t tell where the reflection and the landscape meet – for me, that is the mystery
This photo (above) was taken at Lake Kariba, very early in the morning.
These two images were taken in South Africa crossing the Hartebeespoort Dam on our way home, very, very early in the morning
A fly…on the window
Water droplets on petals reflect the background leaves…
This is quite a gross picture of my hand reflected in the iris of an eye…knuckles, trees, camera!This one (below) I agree is not really a reflection…
I love this picture of Twinks…stalking… on the dining room table, late in the evening!
And what is this reflection? A Japanese lady? Supplication? Certainly not a bowl of flowers.
Click on this link – it’s a video of a bird attacking its own reflection…
Ok, Ok. So, its refraction…sounds close enough to me. What I love about this picture is the irony…thats a gold mine there at the bottom of that rainbow…taken just below our bedroom window in Fort Rixon.
Are we not all reflected in our progeny? How many times have we seen little kids standing in the same posture as their dad’s…little reflectors!
“When I grow up…I wanna be just like my big sister…”And this (above)…this is my all time favourite picture of my brother in law.