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The overcast conditions on this particular morning made for a really bland sky. But, thanks to all the recent rain, this puddle provided a nice reflection. I ended up with a much more serene scene in front of me than the the one I had envisioned on my drive out that morning.
Reflection Canyon was probably the most brutal hike I've done. It was 10 miles each way, which doesn't sound that bad, but it was off-trail, lots of sand, lots of up and down, and there was no guarantee of water, so Matthew Saville and I each carried 7L. Our backpacks weighed 58 lbs each at the start of the trip. Despite doing multiple training hikes, we barely made it.
During the night, I tried to roll over and my hips were so sore that I literally yelled out in pain.
Good times. I may do it again this spring.
“Don’t take mirror seriously. Your true reflection is in your Heart.”
Bus stop, Connuaght Road Central. 2022.
Klasse W, Ilford XP2 Super 400
The climate is so calm now in Washington,DC. I have taken this shot at the reflection pond.
Have a nice weekend!
Beautiful reflection in Browns Lake Washington. I took this photo on a Sunday evening while I sat on the bank in the sunshine watching the birds, fishermen, and simply waiting for the night to come. It was so peaceful and pleasant.
*sings in Mulan*
When the day had come for him to finally see the outside world he ventured back into the small bathroom. He had to see it now. Slowly he reched out and tucked on the towel covering the mirror. He stared. Stared and stared at his own reflection, dropping the towel to the ground.
His face. He reached up towards it. It was gone. It was just gone. He had felt it but he had never dared to actually look at it and see how bad it was. Where once was a thick black beard now only hung a few strands of white hair barely resembling a beard. Where once his nose was, was now a hole. A black deep hole. He looked like he had been dead for a long, long time.
Tears ran down the red, peeled skin that stretched over pointy cheekbones.
Maybe, he thought- it was better this way. Better that Sophie and the Baby were still in that Cryopod. Sleeping the reality away.
They would've been scared of him! Hell, he was scared of himself.
He looked like a monster, like something from a movie or Video game but now. It was all a harsh reality.
The mirror shattered into a thousand pieces when his exposed knuckles hit the glass, cutting deep into his flesh as he screamed in agony and pain, his lonely voice echoing from the tiled walls of the underground Laboratory . He sank down to his knees, sobbing, crying...Nothing in this world would ever be the same. And as he looked down, reaching for a shard of mirror, lifting it up , looking at his reflection once more, he suddenly realized that he was, in fact, all alone now.
This was such a cool location and I was so lucky that I got to take this shot while the weather was so calm that the reflections on the lake were so clear.
Literally, a minute after I took this shot a slight breeze started blowing and made it impossible to get any more reflections in the watter.
A long exposure on a miserable day in south-east Iceland. There was a moment of contrast in the clouds while the lagoon was still; within minutes it was windy and the contrast had gone.