Reflections

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Self-Portrait (c) SMG

In response to a photographic challenge, I am taking a brief pause in my reflections of the soul and sharing more literal ones.

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Clipper Band Room (c) December 1, 2012

One set of photographs comes from one of my favorite places: the high school band room.  On Saturday evening instruments and their musicians were being decorated in preparation for a holiday parade.

Other instruments’ reflections are captured in the brass of a sousaphone, which also grabs bits of copper and bright color from neighboring tympany and bits of tinsel.

A horn reflects the white bars behind which instruments are imprisoned, making the parallel steel lines undulate in concentric waves.  A reflected snowflake light adds another ethereal imprint over gold and white.

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Two years ago Jim was well enough to go out and watch one of our children marching in what would be the last earthly holiday parade for him.  (Of course he had his camera.)  The band director saw us on the sidewalk and came over to us, giving us both a hug.

In some ways such pictures will always be reflections of the way life used to be.   (I challenge you to read that sentence without your mind switching into Diana Ross’s voice.)

As I returned from visiting a son at school this weekend I found myself pulling off a road where enormous white rocks beckoned to me from another shore and found reflections galore.

Some reflections seem fairly standard. . . .

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Reflecting on a Change of State (c) SMG

This was taken underneath the bridge near Hanover, New Hampshire, where a granite block marks the point at which one steps over the line between New Hampshire and Vermont.  (This bridge happens to be haunted in a good way, with scenes of Jim at the wheel and our young toddlers bundled up in bright printed full-body down coats for winter,  pointing from their assorted car seats in excited wonder at the enormous orbs which garnish its more visible surface.)

But we were challenged “to head out and create an image that uses reflections to force the viewer to question and interpret the reality of the shot.”

Turned 180 degrees, an inlet becomes a whimsical creature with labyrinthine antlers–or perhaps a yurt in a surreal, misty landscape, or a cave carved out of a volcano peeking  from the sea:

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No Telling Where (c) SMG December 2, 2012 

And what is this other-worldly satellite outlined in pinpricks of reflected golden light (a photograph I will  only say I took during a blackout later Sunday night)?  I’m not telling, but you are free to guess.

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There’s no telling where reflections may arise, and where they might lead.

About Stephanie

In her spare time, Stephanie works full-time, and then some, as an attorney. She has published articles and delivered talks in arcane fields like evidentiary issues, jury instructions, expert witnesses, and forensic evidence. She also is an adjunct professor at a law school on the banks of the Charles and loves that dirty water, as she will always think of Boston as her home. You are welcome to take a look at her Facebook author page, or follow @SMartinGlennon on Twitter. All content on this blog, unless otherwise attributed, is (c) 2012-2016 by Stephanie M. Glennon and should not be reproduced (in any form other than re-blogging in accordance with Wordpress protocol and the numerous other wee buttons at the bottom of each post) without the express permission of the domain holder.
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3 Responses to Reflections

  1. Peter says:

    I like the hidden snowflake in the second picture… or was it really snowing there… 😉

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