George Forss’ photograph of the fountain in Washington Square Park in NYC hangs over our bed. This morning when I got up, I saw our window reflected in the glass of the picture.
I took some photos of my own and found these two the most intriguing.
I like the painterly quality of the window took on when reflected in the glass and how the people in George’s photo become ghostly.
In the photo below, I become the ghost.
