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Wonderful reflections as I stood in the sea looking back at the cliffs of Sandymouth Bay near Bude in Cornwall. Blue skies and big fluffy ones!
Looking good for Christmas Day.
Thanks for looking.
Unedited window reflection of Amsterdam. Shot with a Sony HX1. No editing, no magic tricks, no Photoshop :)
Amsterdam, the best city in the world, always looks fabulous, even when it's reflected in a puddle, mirror or window, so I decided to share some recent reflections with you, for no reason, just because I can :)
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A large soap bubble floating in a playground, showing the same reflection twice on both top and bottom of the bubble.
Years ago, a friend told me a story from her childhood that I'd not heard before, and I think of it often. The story goes like this:
One morning, a little girl was looking across the valley from her house, admiring the beautiful golden windows on a house on the top of the hill.
"Mom," she said, "Do you see that house on the hill with golden windows? It must be so beautiful there, and the people who live there must be so wealthy! I'll bet they have no problems and their lives are filled with happiness every day. I wish OUR HOUSE had golden windows."
"Oh, darling," replied the mother, "no one's life is perfect. Even people who live in a house with golden windows."
"No, I think you are wrong! I want to go see for myself!" So the mother packed the daughter a lunch, and away the daughter went to cross the valley and see how wonderful life was for the people who lived in the house with golden windows.
The girl walked all day long. As she reached the bottom of the valley, she lost sight of the house but kept going. It was dusk by the time she reached the top of the other hill. But to her surprise, all she found was an ordinary house. She saw no golden ornaments, nothing that made the house look different or more special than any other house. The people looked ordinary, just like the people in her own family. She was puzzled.
Disappointed, she turned around to gaze at her own house across the valley she'd just crossed. And to her surprise, her house was ablaze with light. The windows shone with gold as the setting sun lit them up. In disbelief, she looked again at the ordinary house in front of her, then back to her house gleaming across the way.
"MY house has golden windows!" she said in amazement. She stood for a moment, struck by how beautiful her house looked from this side of the valley. She took off running back down the hill, eager to return to her family.
Bedroom Reflections.
(Linoleum Cut).
Awakening the next morning,
now all alone,
where did,
when did,
the nights previous lover go?
Catching a quick glimpse into the mirror,
seeing all,
both all around,
as well as inside,
questions to ponder,
the rest of the day,
perhaps even the rest of the life,
too many questions,
to try and answer now,
time to get dressed,
head out to the vast world,
perhaps a bagel,
washed down with juice,
time never stops,
as the mind continues to Roar!
Steve.D.Hammond.
East Park, on a cold frosty morning ice on the lake and pathways so care when walking. These are mainly reflection photos apart from one showing rubbish thrown over the bridge, where all these were taken from felt safer staying on the top.