Seeing the windows of someone else’s home, I always imagine myself there. Would I be sitting by the window drinking tea? Would I be the one with the white curtains?
I spotted this reflection last spring in a puddle at a bus stop, very pregnant and on my way to my very last ultrasound. It was a special moment and now it’s captured, oddly, in my mind by this shot.
I guess I was having visions of my future life with my babies, wondering what it would be like – while looking at the reflected windows of someone else’s life.
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