Reflections

Reading this poem, made me think about my obsession with reflection photography. I'll post some of my favorites here. I think I started to take reflection photos when I was on vacation by myself, and I wanted simply to document that I had actually been in the places I was photographing. I remember seeing all these photos my grandfather (an award winning photographer, as is my father) had taken and waiting to see him in the photos. Of course, he was rarely in them, because he was shooting. Since he died before I was born, I felt cheated somehow, wishing he had given the camera to my father before he died (from a poem I wrote about the subject). That's how it started. Now it's changed to something else, which I can't quite pinpoint.