Words + Images

I am lucky enough to live in a house with many windows on all sides.  It is a Victorian house built in the early 1900s.  Light is constantly streaming into just about every room, even at night from the street lights.  Whenever and wherever possible, the owner has filled the window frames with old glass from the period and so the glass has ripples and little bubbles.  As I have written many times, arching over the house is a  mighty oak tree.  All that to say, that in my time in this house with a camera in my hand, I have come to love silhouettes and reflections, and all the scenes to be seen through — and in — the looking glass.