I continue to be fascinated by reflections. Because there are secrets contained within the image that reveal themselves and seem to change with the passing of time.
When I first looked at the photos, I thought I had taken the shots from outside, looking into the room through the glass and catching the reflection. Then I thought it must have been the other way around. In a way, it's like a puzzle. Certain clues, certain impossibilities.
And this one--a reflection of a fabric wall hanging superimposed upon my face so that it appears like a tribal mask and stripes (the slats from the balcony) painted on my body in silhouette.
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