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Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.
Sylvia Plath (1961)
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Wow. I love Sylvia Plath, but did not know that poem. Your photo is such an excellent image to go with it. If I'd known that I would have given you an 11! ;)
I'm new to DPhotography, but please do tell more about how you accomplished this photo! How do you set it up so that the camera is not also reflected? Nice shot!
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