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On reflection

North 11th and East Marshall Streets

An unexpected pleasure in Court End and the MCV area, which is somewhat short on pleasure because when I'm there I'm usually getting jabbed by a phlebotomist, is walking south on 11th Street and suddenly seeing the rippling reflection of the nineteenth century townhouses in this twentieth century mirrored building. I always seem to forget this spot so every time it's almost a surprise. This I shot from Oz's car on our way home from dinner last night.

I haven't been doing much photography this summer. It's been hot and nasty out and I have to hide from the sun. I've also been more or less totally occupied by my impending move and foray into "real job" territory.

This is my last night at home for the next week. Monday is the day I join the ranks of the employed. I think I'm okay with it, as long as I cling to the idea that I'm simply gathering material. I'm a Spy in the House of Work. I don't have to be a proper grownup employed person, I just have to pass for one.