Memory is a complicated thing, a relative to truth, but not its twin.
~Barbara Kingsolver, Animal Dreams
Reflection is the beauty of a time remembered, a daydream captured in a flash of sunlight and sea sparkle. Two selves connect at the photographer's wrist on a cold October day by the sea.
I miss the boardwalk. I miss its opportunity for people-watching. I'd go there looking for things to photograph. I'd go there often to reflect and turn the world on end, to dive inside and peak beneath the ordinary world I faced everyday.
I gazed into windows searching for other dimensions. Through reflection, other worlds seemed to break free and be united. Nothing is as it seems in these photos. I love their dreaminess.
Photography is equal parts abstract art and truthful storytelling. Reflections provide creative control. Bending and twisting the world into something surreal and obscure, this tweaking of reality is incredibly freeing. And disorienting. And fun!
Reflection also grants a window into the mind. Like paint on canvas, there's a glimpse of a loved one abstracted, but true. We might catch each other in passing, yet hardly recognize one another. These images mark a place in time: the confusion of life turned upside down and inside out, but also an honest mirror into reality.
All pix from what feels like a lifetime ago in Asbury Park, NJ.
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