Bill Tipper | Brooklyn, NY
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.
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