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Reflection

January 26, 2007

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Untitled ~ Canon 30d

I love imperfections. What makes us different. What makes us unique. What makes us human and original. I love antique doo-dads too, with faded surfaces and well-worn-out corners. I love these things. Gazing into antique mirrors feels like stepping through a looking glass into the past. Who stood before this mirror? Did she stand decked out in Victorian garb arranging her hair? Or, did he sit pensively straightening his tie? Did a woman of 41 wake up one morning and, while causally passing by this vain glass, suddenly stop to make faces just for the fun of it on a cold sunlit morning in 1907?

I love these old things for they tickle the imagination, inviting my mind into wandering. They're all gone now ~ the people who looked in the mirror, and posed for the photographs ~ and every now and again their whispers tickle my ears and open my heart to live life to the fullest, for one day someone will be gazing through my mirror or at my faded photographs, wondering about the expression on my face as I combed my hair, what my plans were for the day, and whether I wondered out loud who would be peering back at me someday in the future on a cold sunlit morning in 2007.

Posted by vincent at January 26, 2007 08:19 PM

Comments

Your comments are pure poetry, susan.
Lovely words that quietly tell us we are not imortal to have fun while we are here...........

Imperfections make us who we are if we will just be brave enough to not try to be one of the crowd.

Posted by: janet at January 30, 2007 11:22 AM

wow!

Posted by: la vie en rose at January 31, 2007 05:56 PM

i love your photos...they are poetry. these words made me recall my collection of glass door knobs from old homes in East Texas...i have them gathered in a basket in my hallway and i wonder who turned those knobs long ago...

Posted by: atticus at February 1, 2007 12:34 AM