
Photograhpy
[Mirrors] The Dead Rabbit
I was walking the dog; I hustled home to ask my wife to help me.
Check It OutI was walking the dog; I hustled home to ask my wife to help me.
Check It OutThe slotted patina on the grate provoked me to grab my mirrors. .
Check It OutI'm just walking out the back door, cultivating a coupling of naturally curved and socially straight.
Check It OutThe black sleek curves set next to a glass building drove me in.
Check It OutOther than the rehythmic drone of the moving water, the fountain didn't influence choices made. I'm still exploring, trial and error, what options are available when walking around with 6 mirrored tiles.
Earlier in the day we were told by security at the JP Morgan Chase Tower that we were not allowed to walk on their [public?] property. It bummed us out, broadening the experience as an indicator of downtown Houston's priorities.
A stone bench where public assessiblity wasn't considered, was a solid source.
Water and sand, apply gentle gestures of their own. I was able to secure the mirrors in the sand, while watching them slowly adjust position because of erosion.
The same forces used to solidify structure, are the same which tore them down.