Mirrors: Upside Down // Mirrors

Part ll of lll of my series "Mirrors"

Mark Twain once said, "The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco."

There's a sense of peace as you see the coastal fog drifting in, fog horns faint but present, and the mist of the waves touching your face.

Strolling around the scene, analyzing for something unique - a quant reflection catches my eye. I wait for the bridge lights to come on, for the fog to intersect just right, and what's captured seems to be a glitch.

The Upside Down.