adventures in reflective surfaces
cat bored with me
I was standing on a milk crate, trying to shoot my cat on the porch above. The milk crate flipped, wedging both my feet between the crate and the wall. The only way I could escape was to fall backwards onto the ground, which I did. Neither the cat or the camera were harmed. That's me, reflected in his eyes, post-wedge, pre-tumble.