I am taken by images reflected.
Somehow more interesting than the image in its natural state.
Maybe perceived as less threatening, less of reality.
Circumstances, angles altered, unexpected- just enough to catch our busy eye.
Tipping life on its side.
Can we still love what we see when we look at our own reflection?
Can we love what is presented back?
Even the crooked, warped, uneven, wrinkled, tired? Looking from a different angle, is there love for your imperfections?
What beautiful things are shining back at you…