A reflection can be either a thought or an actual thing. I keep most of my reflections on things to myself (for the sake of sanity) but I do have a fascination with the reflections seen in mirrored and other glass. I love the way things get all wiggly and distorted, like this view of the back entrance of the old AT & SF train station, as seen in a nearby building.
The tip of the Gherkin rises out of the top of a smaller building, looking quite stumpy. The towering monument to commerce overlooking the scene looks as though it is ready to wobble into a massive pile of rubble.
This dark and gloomy view of Cheyenne Mountain results from the smoked glass on the building. The sky was actually overcast on that day, but it wasn’t this dull.
This is a more typical reflection of the beautiful blue skies and mountains. I had gone out to get the newspaper (yes, I read a physical newspaper as I am a dinosaur) when I noticed how glorious the sunshine and clouds were. If I was better at art speak blather I could go on and on about the inner meaning of the juxtaposition of the double images, but I’m not. So I’ll just say beauty is where you find it.