adventures in reflective surfaces
Kz_Reflect2
With such menial tasks as cleaning the kitchen, I can detach myself and for the most part spend that time in my mind. And while lost in thoughts, my outward senses are, strangely, either dulled or enhanced, and it does not seem to be a conscious decision. On this day of cleansing, I was startled to find a tiny version of myself in water-droplets and faucet fixtures.
08 2001