I used to live here. This door was painted by my brother. If you look closely at the lower right corner of the window you will see the reflection.

"In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you"

-Buddha-

Picture taken at Cookies&Porn

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Warnemünde, Germany

A close-up of a cat’s eye reveals more than vision alone. Within the glossy surface of the pupil, a human figure is reflected — a quiet reminder of the presence behind the camera. The image balances intimacy and mystery, where animal and observer briefly share the same visual space. Texture, light, and reflection merge into a moment that blurs the line between subject and photographer.

Fun fact: A cat’s eye acts like a curved mirror. Its reflective surface can capture surprisingly clear images of surrounding shapes and movement, turning a moment of observation into a visual echo of the observer.

The Assembly Theatre, 1479 Queen Street West, Toronto

Nikon FE2 / Fujifilm Color 400 / Aden Camera lab scan

This is the kitchen in my grandmother's home. It has changed very little in my lifetime or since it was built in 1947 for that matter.

So much of my life centers around this very spot where I stood to take this picture. Early mornings when my grandmother would send me off to school with a hearty breakfast of pancakes and sausage. Evenings coming home exhausted from track practice to the welcoming smells of home cooking. Helping grandma wash dishes while we discussed the day's issues. Summers with friends tracking dripping water across the floor in our wet swimsuits as we dashed in to grab a popsicle. Preparing bedtime snacks with grandpa. He would smile and pat me on the head. Late night talks with my uncles over hamburgers. Countless family gatherings with more people crammed into this small space than you could imagine. Happy greetings. Hugs and long goodbyes (just to the left of the window is the door out to the driveway).

If these old walls,

If these old walls could speak

Of the things that they remember well,

Stories and faces dearly held

#265 of the 365day challenge

RICOH GRIII

Fabrizio Paterlini - Autumn Stories - Week No. 5

Buffalo, New York, United States.

Bridgette Guerzon Mills | Self Reflection, encaustic mixed media, 7x5 inches

blog: guerzonmills.com/blog/self-reflection-2/

Better in L

NO BANNERS, please!

Influenced by an interpretation of Lee Jeffries’ powerful portrait style, I wanted to explore that same raw, emotional intensity in my own self‑portrait. Facing myself through the lens was humbling — every line and shadow felt like a chapter of my life reflected back at me. I used dramatic window light, a tight close‑up, and heavy black‑and‑white processing to emphasize texture and depth, pushing myself to be as honest in front of the camera as I try to be behind it.

Nikon FE2 / Fujifilm Color 400

Often in life, one must cleanse the soul; undergoing a series of self reflective exercises to uncover the highs and lows pertaining to one's life. Just like this photo depicts beautiful Mount Lassen, and its reflection on the lake, life sometimes can and will display the obvious to your very own eyes. Live, love and enjoy life. Photo of Mount Lassen captured at Manzanita Lake. Shasta County. Late October 2012.

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"Closer to midnight the girls would begin the most mysterious and most awaited part of the night - divinations. Firstly, they would take some porridge or borscht in a cup, sit on top of the gates and loudly repeat the following chant three times - «Доле, доле, йди до мене кашу їсти!». This can be roughly translated as: Destiny, my destiny, come to me, have some porridge! By destiny they mostly meant their betrothed one. After the chant they would wait for some kind of answer. Their future husband was believed to live in the part of the village from which they heard any sound. The girl would be especially glad if, in response to her chant, she heard a rooster – this was considered to be "fate’s voice!"

We opened our ears, heard the trees talk and the wind move us within. Then we heard fate's voice - a rooster.

"Your soul needs time for solitude and self-reflection. In order to love, lead, heal and create, you must nourish yourself first." ~Louise Hay~

Soul Searching, ditching the shells of the past, switching from the hell of the past, itching to propel past... my soul's lurching

by www.drunkphotography.com

What if lenses are portals in the Multiverse? It reflects lights, it lets light through. It even changes the original light wave by miniature particles (or species) on and in it. Even scratches somehow influence your image.

But what if other Universes from time to time appear in our images? Maybe it's not me, or she. It might be better me, or better other, our good parts, our more conscious manifestations...

Or even the worst version of mine, who does a lot of bad things, but at the same time occasionally captures the same stuff that I did... Who knows, but this little reflection of me is using your dream cam with your dream lens... or it may be just a slightly different set up depending on condition on this particular Universe...

It can be everything. Perhaps someone from the other end similarly is looking at his reflection in this old glass and thinking about multiverses and various manifestations of self...

Beauty Redefined

Hehe~ here is the self portrait for you~~~ LOL!

Have a wonderful weekend my dear friends! Cheers!

Just the beginning of the month

Self-portrait playing with light from a lamp and the traffic lights coming through my blinds in the background.

Sometimes life is about self-exploration especially when one is going through a time of transition and change. I have been trying to decide what's up with the random self-portraits I've been doing since they are not particularly about being vain or showing off (which secretly I felt insecure about everytime I posted them). They are partly because life is busy, and in the evening when I finally get home there are only so many photography subject to take photos of. However, I am realizing after some self-reflection that they are about trying to re-learn who I am as just me. So here's one with hair a mess and no make-up. No smile because it's about looking looking backward, and self-reflecting for better or worse. This one is just me.

Warsaw, Poland

Spring

For today's alternative monochrome moment, go to: www.michikofujii.co.uk/blog/nz59kytcgf8kp48xnnx3jpwjk5xh8m

Ricoh TLS 401 Zeiss pancolar 50 1:8

film: fortepan 50 asa

Developer: Rodinal 1:19 6min

Temp: 20c

Please see my pic at LARGE or even better ON BLACK

Pose by TJM (The Joy Movement)

Windlightsettings by Ami Windlight-settings

Clouds: Blazter (Javier) / Deviantart

Hair: Mirai Style...

Primnails: Junwave

+4 in comments. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated. Inspirational credit goes to Savannah. I don't have her awesome red sweater and amazing long hair, though. For some reason this amazing song by the incomparable Cyndi Lauper came to mind while I was doing this. Listen. Be amazed. I dare you not to get tears in your eyes!

There's something that I never told

When I find myself slipping off of my pedestal

I'm a fierce believer afraid to fall.

Could be the one comes rushing in.

Portrait

Tokio Tower reflected in its basement pillar

Photo captured along Dyerville Road at Founders Grove near Avenue of the Giants. Humboldt County. Late May 2013.

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Lost in a haze of self reflection a patron ponder his life.

It's this type of street photography that I derive the most satisfaction in capturing that one moment in time that defines an image.

Astor Piazzolla - The Four Seasons of Buenos Aires - Autumn

This image was originally taken for Macro Monday's "Seeing Double" Theme. You can see the original image below in comments. Two texture images and a lot of sliding resulted in this image.