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Unedited shot of people in Amsterdam, reflected in a puddle. Taken with my Sony HX1. No editing, no magic tricks, no Photoshop :)
Without people walking or biking through my puddle pictures I would probably be bored with shooting my reflections quickly I think, it's them who add the human element to my photos and I can't thank them enough for being so curious that they come close enough for me to shoot them...and in return they get to tell their friends that they've seen an insane man in the street in Amsterdam who seemed to be talking to a little pool of water, lol ;-D
Buildings reflected in Mexico City's Zona Rosa. I was chased away by a police officer (not just one of the thousands of semi-literate security guards who litter the country) who claimed it was illegal in Mexico to take any picture of a bank. The bank is on the right.
Beautiful sunset reflected on the largest infinity pool in the Maldives! Best way to end a perfect day...
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My wife slips our holiday cards into the blinds, under a hanging glass star. She had a headache this morning and wore these big glasses, in which the reflected array of cards looked pretty cool.
I can't really recall where exactly I took this one since it was taken out of the window of a moving car. But this is somewhere between VÃk à Mýrdal and Höfn, southern/south-eastern Iceland.
(getur einhver sagt mér hvar þetta er?)
This is one of a collection of sunset photos that I have taken and then created this water reflection effect in Photoshop. Taken on the Isle of Wight at the South of England.
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Reflecting Absence is the name of the 9/11 Memorial designed by Michael Arad and Peter Walker. It consists of a field of trees interrupted by two large, recessed pools, the footprints of the Twin Towers. The names of the victims of the attacks (including those from the Pentagon, American Airlines Flight 77, United Airlines Flight 93, and the 1993 World Trade Center bombing) are inscribed on the parapets surrounding the waterfalls.
When we were out and about last week after the marathon, Kate, Giles, Lou & I saw this huge shiny reflective thing.
So i took a group reflected photo.
Lomo LCA, Kodak Portra VC400
If I asked you what we're looking at here, I'd hazard a guess that quite a few of you would propose... well, what would you say?
And I'd say you were wrong. How far from reality could you get whilst believing you were actually in a Parisian metro station (St. Ambroise, to be precise, and let's be quite precise about our irreality, right?) seeing a girl being reflected in a mirror being peeked at by a shadowy figure in a stairwell.
So wrong. We're all actually looking at a bit of luminescent plastic called a screen. No?
Which got me to thinking about how far from honest to goodness reality we've actually wandered, this good species of ours, in the last few decades. Talking into pieces of hollow Bakelite. 'Listening' to vibrating cones which make us laugh or cry. And above all, having our emotions piqued by shiny bits of plastic, or glass or canvas of some sort or other. None of it 'real', as it were.
How many hours do you, or people you know, spend 'glued to the box', as we used to say. These days maybe it's an even more extreme form of irreality we indulge in, where we really do believe (almost) we're driving that racecar, thrashing Nadal or, most popular and fun of all, killing vast numbers of people in the most inventively horrifying ways possible. All in the name of good clean fun. Because we can't actually 'do it' in 'reality'.
Is reality such an awful thing? It would seem so for a lot of us. Although we might argue that watching TV or being immersed in Second Life or World of Warcraft is the new reality.
It's soap operas which depress me the most. Living other people's misery like it's our own. That and the slew of gory murder series you get all evening, every evening on more than one handy channel in the comfort of your own 'living' room.
I'm as guilty as anyone of living a virtual reality, and maybe even a virtual life.
I kid myself that I'm 'communicating' with people as I type these words, whereas, to extend my own point, all I'm doing is hitting a set of plastic clickety-clack buttons on a 'keyboard' in a certain order with my fingers and talking to myself about my thoughts. There ain't no-one 'hearing' them at the same time as me. Maybe no-one ever will. But then again someone just might. And think they're actually on the platform at St. Ambroise metro station in Paris looking at a strangely reflected reality (look closely if you dare) of sorts and imagine themselves 'there', wherever 'there' is. In which case, nice you could join me. I'll maybe meet you down 'there' sometime.