I continue to be mesmerized by reflections in puddles when I’m out on walks these days.
They are broken and sometimes wrinkled pieces of the world, splattered on the ground, easy to walk over (or into) without noticing. And you can focus on the water,
or the reflection in the water.
Sometimes the reflections of signs on wet pavement look like a paint spill:
I actually had to step closer to that one to make sure it wasn’t really paint on the ground. Reflections are powerful illusions.
When I see sunlight sparkling on water, it’s not uncommon for me to take two photos, one in focus and one out of focus, which does magical things with the light.
I decided to try to take a photo of the sun in a puddle, thinking the reflection would do less harm to my eyes than looking directly at the sun in the sky. I was seeing phantom suns everywhere for the next ten minutes, imprints from the image being burned onto my retinas. Maybe it wasn’t such a great idea and it definitely wasn’t a great photo.
The World’s In A Puddle
A puddle tells you a story
Whole worlds are contained within
Step in and rearrange it,
But it always assembles again.
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