Beyond the looking glass

I used to love mirrors.

Windows and mirrors, but mirrors even more so held fascination for me because these didn't open up space somewhere out there... they doubled it, right here and now. Of course, glass is glass, and both windows and mirrors cut a person from that place beyond. But the magic of mirrors, in doubling, is that they magnify, as if, the light and mood.

Our atmosphere.

A window, big or small, only exaggerates the confines of the interior.

The interesting point, to which I am slowing coming to, is that I never saw myself in these mirrors, only the silent beatific extension of living room. So much so that in every house I've ever lived I have liberally hung these before even thinking about curtains. It will be of no surprise that then I lived alone.... and on reflection, not alone...

In my current abode, having grown old, I have several companions, human and animal. I have hung only one mirror, and this I said aloud, while hanging it, was for safety.

It's by the rear door, and in our shot gun sort of house, shows everything over the shoulder.