‘Reflect’ could well mean light bouncing off of something, without which there wouldn’t be a great deal of photography. Or as suggested in The Challenge it could mean to ponder upon.

Sometimes we (okay, I ) even reflect upon reflections, as in some of these shots below.

First up this device which is sited outside the Southern Institute of Technology. It’s a cube made of (possibly) aluminium and when the light is just so it reflects enough to dominate any photo. Which is why I used this effect, to make it easier on the eye (ol’ Argus can be quite considerate sometimes)—


—if nothing else it shows how imaginative our local sculptors are. (The red car isn’t part of it but I had no option, ‘cos at any other angle we didn’t get those dazzling reflections …)


Serves in the office of abstract, and I like abstract. I like it enough to include a shot of The Spouse’s—


—which if you haven’t sussed it yet:

We both stood idly snapping the wharf-light reflections in Lake Wakatipu at dusk in Queenstown once. Gentle toss in the water, the ambient light low enough to guarantee a longish exposure and bingo, reflective spaghetti.

We’ll be going there again soon, hopefully catch some autumn colour; and if the Kingston Flyer is still running (it’s been bought and sold a few times) we may just catch that en passant too.


I’ve written an unpublished book which as far as I can tell shall remain forever unpublished. To get it pubbed for free by Apple requires me to sign up for a US government tax number: no way!

Anyhow, this below was to have been the cover once some more words were added and the ones already there reshuffled and amended—

Melinda Valkyrie

—the work is about a Valkyrie called Melinda. Odin sets her a task: she’s to prevent the Ragnarok. Yeah, right … and if you’d read the manuscript you’d see why the reflective imagery above (and despite the soft fluffiness she’s actually a feisty hard-case quite in keeping with the modern ethos) (she won’t, however, be disfigured with a tattoo. Not while her Maker (moi) lives and breathes).

—and now we have a real soft-and-fluffy. Told to leaf it alone and catch up when we were running a bit late, I took leave and shot it anyway—

a bottom-dewlling leaf

—to be quite happy with the result (which looks a lot better in the original and on the big screen). It’s those soft reflections from the surface of the rippling waters of that tinkling brook (feeling quite poetic, just had dinner) that were my subject. The leaf just sets the season.


it’s all out there awaiting you and your camera. And if you can’t get out, grab hold of the dog or cat and catch the reflection in his/her eye. You may just end up with a great ‘selfie’ while you’re at it. Go get ’em, Tiger! And now to peruse some other offerings, and as usual eat my heart out …






    1. Did you know that in the days of the Raj the British used bull terriers to hunt tigers? (But the BT is such a courageous and capable dog they had to stop* … )

      You get around in many guises, Moriarty~!

      * they were running out of bull terriers.

      1. What are you telling me young man? Should I be more alert around these parts, me a lowly Tiger under the watchful eye of a fearsome pooch? Nah, I know my trail of crystal balls should be enough of a distraction… anyway, I make a mean coffee for a Tiger… not even a courageous BT could resist that!
        Moriarty… hmmm another monicker to add to the ever growing list that ol’ Zandie Pants started. But why am I always compared to men? Je ne comprend pas!

      2. Nay, Mme~! Just adding to an already extensive repertoire. Not everyone knows about BTs, or Tigers, or even Tiger Tea … although in Singapore I drank a lot of Tiger beer.

        And I still like that bridge one—couldn’t have been in Britain (there’s no dead supermarket trollies or bikes rusting away …)

      3. Ah Tiger beer, yes we are well acquainted.
        The bridge was part of a lock at the C&O canal in Maryland, running parallel to the Potomac river. And you’re quite right my observant friend, very well maintained and spotlessly clean. No errant trolleys or vagabonds littering the waterways.

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