Hair Fugue

Shot this through a window walking down Mission St. on Saturday:





I've gone back and forth about this one. On the one hand, it's a pretty cluttered photo -- generally a recipe for a big 'ole pile of nothing. On the other, I find my brain is pretty good at flipping back and forth between the layers of reflection/interior. There's this process where there a few 'key points' in the image my eye keeps locking onto, then wandering away from as I explore what's going on. And then there's the barber, who's sort of my emotional center in the piece -- keep coming back to those eyes. Another one I'll have to revisit with time.