adventures in reflective surfaces
I didn't see the barista seeing me
I was running the batteries down on the work camera when we stopped for coffee at the stand in the old churchyard on Cornmarket Street. I saw myself chopped up and divided in the shiny brass ceiling; what I didn't see was the barista (bottom centre) looking askance as me; probably wondering why I'm photographing the back of that guy's head (to remind me which way gravity goes).
03 2004