Reflections. In black and white.
The thing about reflection is that it’s become a very loaded word. I love reflections because they show more than the subject itself – in this case, you get to see the trees reflected back in the water of the Sumas River. Two sets of trees, with the reflections serving as a surreal mirror of our world. But reflections never tell the whole story. One never gets to see everything in reflection.
If you stare into a mirror, you only see part of yourself, and it’s an opposite image. It’s not even what the world sees. Every reflection is, in a sense, a false image. Yet, we’re all a little obsessed with our own reflection – we pause to glance at ourselves when we pass mirrors, windows and water to see what we look like without being conscious of the fact that what we see is not real.