My friend Peter often delights his readers with photographs of reflections and shadows. His eye is keen and discerning; his posts allow me a glimpse of things I ordinarily overlook. I had a Peter moment the other morning when I went to wash my face. There in the basin of my sink was a detailed reflection of the sheer lace curtains through which the morning sun was pouring. I grabbed my little digital camera and snapped these photos. The whole of the day I was more aware of my surroundings though nothing else rivaled that lovely sunshine play of lace on porcelain.
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What a delightful effect.
In a lot of ways, I wish I had had access to the internet much earlier in my life, because it broadens horizons in most unexpected ways!
every time I take a picture composed primarily of shadows I think of peter. your lace curtain shadow pictures are lovely, pauline. did they inspire any poetry?
Omigosh, that's lovely. Isn't it amazing the things we see when we stop and take the time to look with all of our senses?
I just read your deja vu post as well. It's funny, but the same thing has been happening to me lately.
That's one merit sticker for you, P.
Nice find -
oh I love these ..... to capture such a rare moment - not staged nor 'framed up' in our fancy Nikons - touched up with our fancy photoshops ...
wistful remembrances
serenity
xxx
rdm
meggie - the shadows stood out much more than the camera shows. I have a lot to learn about light. Still, I was so entranced...
Shara - not yet, they haven't...
Jo - I was so surprised to see my curtains in my sink. How could I have never noticed it before?
lol - thanks, B!
and thank you, Paul. It seemed worth recording.
RDM - I have neither Nikon nor Photoshop, just reflections in my sink ;)
These are quite surreal. I think images like these must exist everywhere totally overlooked by us as we go about our busy lives. I would like to think I could train myself to slow down and start to look more carefully.
I love light play. You did the right thing, notice it, and capture it aas best you can.
pauline, to me shadows of lace are a soul thing, a spiritual thing, (akin to poetry).
I cover windows and spill lace around on tables and night stands. I have drawers of handmade lace tablecloths and doilies made by 'Victorian ancestors' on both sides of the family. I can't imagine a world without lace. Maybe I feel that way because I detest vertical blinds that look like office enclosures and rooms accented with dark and heavy fabrics.
Or maybe, it's because all the most delightful days I have ever had were in homes with a Victorian (and that would include lace) accent. My grandmother's, my mother's, my dear mother-in-law, and her mother.
Lace shadows are so special and I applaud you for the honor this wee post has given them. And like another commenter, there should be, must be; a poem to further honor the delight of lace.
Found your post while searching for lace curtains. What a wonderful picture. I'm always too late finding my camera...lol
Thanks, Sandi. Had I not gone to wash my face at that moment, I would have missed this shot, too.
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