We're about to enter into a couple of weeks focusing on photography of people - family albums, portraits, personal photography of various kinds - but I didn't set out to take a self-portrait... indeed, didn't even know that I'd taken one till I downloaded this, and found my reflection where I'd thought a black car would be... From which one can see that it was a superbly fine spring day, and that I prowl around university car parks hunting down sympathetic bumper stickers. One's choice of details to photograph constitutes a kind of autobiographical statement in itself, of course, but one rarely gets it mirrored back to oneself quite so obviously, yet unconsciously, as this.
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