My husband and me reflected in the grungy, webby window of an old disused mill. Although this large mill is open to the public once a month (not this particular day) and has had quite a bit of restoration done, it is still very much of the past, and is inhabited by a zillion possums, so it's pretty rank as well.
I almost missed the reflections. Also, this image makes me realize I have been shooting waaaaaay too much Polaroid pack film lately. My first thought was that it was a picture of the "negative" side of a peeled shot. (And as I say this, I realize almost no one here will get what I mean. :)
I like how the figures emerge as you ponder the glass. I for one reject modernism and fight for the old and sick and seemingly hopeless, in architecture.
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