What I like about this, apart from the partial reflections, is that where everything seems at first glance to be still, there is a lot going on, off out there where you can’t quite see.
As I get older, my vision seems to be changing. It’s much worse at distances, and not brilliant close-up either, but my peripheral vision seems more perceptive. I glimpse things in the corner of my eye. Sometimes I think it’s ghosts, but no.
For this reason I often don’t feel connected to where I am. The camera is a way of embedding myself in the landscape momentarily, rather than drifting through in a self-absorbed, myopic haze.