Mirror, Mirror on the wall (reflections)

I remember that line from a 'Fairy Tale' of my youth.  Although it was not a fun tale, it brings out the power of the mirror.

We look into a mirror and see ourselves, we see what we want to see. There are days when I am shaving that I will look at myself and try to remember what I looked like at 17. I cannot come close to remembering. I look and try to see my dad in me, but I cannot.








Sherry can look in the mirror and say, I am old! I look at her and she is young and beautiful.  I understand she is seeing herself. She is looking at gray hair and a few wrinkles,  I am looking at the girl I met in my youth.

Mirrors may tell the truth, but it is eyes that interpret what they see. And my friend, that is what that counts, the interpretation.  Every house I have built for us has 'required' apposing mirrors so one could get a 360 degree view (or the back of my girls head to see if she needed to touch up her hair-do.)

Have you ever watched someone use a 'hair pick'? To someone else it doesn't look as if anything was done. But to the lady, she might have only moved one hair, but it NEEDED fixing.

Mirrors are a necessity. When my girl leaves a mirror and she is smiling, I am a happy dude.

There was a time when no mirrors existed. The only reflections was in water.  I liked the shots I have enclosed.

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