adventures in reflective surfaces
Down the drain.
My husband and I were at the airport - this doesn't mean the bit where the people go, this means the bit where the plane spotters go - the end of the runway, right beside the security fence. I was wandering around, photographing small things, and spotted this drain grate. And there was a puddle down the bottom. And I was in the puddle. I couldn't help myself...
02 2002