Yesterday I was very late for work and had to resort to the underground. On my way there I already saw this image, tried to take it, but I simply had not enough time. Today I tried it again, took maybe five minutes, made eight shots, and one of them was pretty much what I had had in mind. This was shot with the Nikon 18-200 at 200mm, pointing the camera up to a porch of glass, waiting for passers-by to get reflected.
I don’t know exactly why, but for me this image has a strong connotation of “passing of time”. Maybe it’s the juxtaposition of the architecture and the short instant that a particular passer-by gets reflected, the static and the dynamic, the contrast between the frozen and the fleeting.