Reflections can be so much more than mirror images. The pictures you see on the surface of the water place the sky at your feet and lend a glossy luminescence to even the drabbest of subjects. Then all it takes is the slightest disturbance – a drop of water, a hint of breeze – to set off waves of shimmering distortion, confusing reality into brilliance.
The window frames a readymade tableau. The everyday objects, the dusty stillness are redolent of someone else’s life. I would never be invited to enter this intimate space, yet here is a peek. An anonymous portrait shot in the nude.
This is downtown the way it should be – I think I may have gasped! Shiny and glowing, full of wonder, whimsy and sincere delight, conveying some of the magic of Christmas and the charm of the city. Bellissimo!
I think of this corner as our Times Square – but with our own Minneapolis landmark and modest mini-Apple size. Funny how the billboards make the mountains of crippling snow seem insignificant…not at all the case, of course.
The way the sky dwarfs everything else is truly awesome. Any glimpse of sprawling, cloud-filled vista is a reminder of proportion; it’s a big world, and our grandest creations are just tiny dots on the big, wide canvas.