Why am I so endlessly fascinated with reflections?
The relentless verticals of the Exxon Building, below, turn into something curvy and abstract when reflected in the Time-Life Building across the street. You may know that the lights and shadows glimpsed behind and through the windows are just desks and hallways and fluorescent lights in some deadly dull office but, reflected, the vague shapes between the undulating pillars are endlessly beautiful, each window pane a unique piece of art.
I go past on 50th Street almost every day, and I always have to stop and look.
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Maybe you're fascinated by reflections because you are such a deeply reflective soul!
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