I was walking up North Capital Street in the way to the post office when I spotted this building.
While I usually take pictures of graffiti, I thought to myself, "Wow, here's some natural graffiti!"
I simply had to take a picture. Now, I often find myself going back to my photo gallery to gaze upon this unfiltered image.
Does life imitate art or did art imitate life in this photo? Are mirrors actually doors into another universe or are they windows into one's subconscious? When you look into one, do you see a reflection of yourself or are you the reflection of the mirror?
Questions like these swirl unanswered in my head. What swirls in yours?