Reflections And Subversion

I was reminded today while listening to The Wednesday Audio that it’s okay to unstuck your rut, to change things up. So this post is a slight bit different than usual. It’s image-heavy and word-lean.

In 2016 I started to subvert the nipple on Instagram by posting photos of reflections of my breasts. Yet, my love of reflections predates social media. Not reflections from mirrors tho. Mirrors are A+ reflection machines, giving back the accurate when all you want is a fantasy. I prefer the C and D reflection machines, whose flawed surfaces offer the reflection of us in a world we will never see. 

As a kid, if you saw me staring out the window at night, you may not know that I was actually staring in. Watching the liquid room behind me layer upon the night outside. Water and metal were as reliable as glass at giving back a reality that was more interesting than my own. Definitely calmer. There was no yelling in reflections; it was a realm of downy silence. 

My most photographed subjects are, in no particular order, people, reflections, and prairies. So here are some of my favorite reflection photos. For being flat, they have a depth that begs for the prod of a curious finger.

Doug & Grover at the museum

Through the door of the bakery at dawn

In the bath with my phone

Watching the dolls dance at Christmas

Me in the inside of the refrigerator door

Me in the window of the solar research center at winter

Jim behind me in our bedroom

Me bleeding brakes

Breast reflection in our ‘69 Beetle

Jim playing air guitar

Tit in the wrench

Jim and Me in the wheel

Me at the bowling alley

The me who no longer is

Nipple in the flush mechanism

Des Moines, Iowa - Motel

My first date with Jim when I went to the bathroom

Gun cabinet breast and waist and curious deer

Found by the side of the road

Me & Burt