adventures in reflective surfaces
Coming in to the vestibule of my building with the sun rising behind me. I'm between two glass-paneled doors, like a little airlock, looking into the house, which is a mid-19th C. brownstone. I sometimes see both reflections of the street behind me as well as reflections of reflections of the interior (from the outer glass door), which populates the whole space with ghosts.
10 2001