Double headed Zac
Headless brother with his head is on the table
In every ball is a mini me.
The ever patient (I wish) Roger waiting for my photography session to be over. The creature I was trying to capture is barely visible whilst our reflections show up clearly.
The double reflection is like going to Coney Island to the curved mirror section where you may find yourself normal, distorted, fat or thin. This car captured two different visions of me.
The poles were tall. In he reflection the poles looked just as tall. The water was no more than a few millimetres deep.
Paddle boarding in and out of the water.
The sky is often reflected in the water giving colour
or textured reflection.
Highly polished tiles also will reflect.
Another type of reflection is found in peoples memoirs. In this memoir I reflect on the time my husband and I lived on a remote island in the pacific, partners with the paramount Chief in a small resort and tour business. As we negotiated our way through the culture dealing with villagers, chiefs and witchdoctors we discovered the volcano was not the only thing to explode.
Thank you Patti for this weeks prompt I wish all Lens-Artists a very Happy Holiday Season and may it bring oodles of opportunities for finding that perfect shot.