I have loved the world in reflections since those days when I was a small child traveling to my Nana and Grandad’s house in Invercargill.
The swampy creek that ran alongside State Highway 1 over near Berwick was almost always a place of perfect reflections. No one realised probably but I was contemplating that world so perfectly reflected, wondering if it might be another world, a parallel world perhaps, a magical world.
These days, I have discovered I can go some way to photographing those worlds reflected in puddles. And I love it. The rain stopped for a while today, the sun came out and voila, there we all were, out on the beautiful streets of this city.
So ... here’s a little of the beauty I find in Genova, in reflection.