Mirrors

I have always had this thing for Mirrors. 

In fact my first "real" camera (a Canon point-and-shoot) was broken while taking pictures in a mirror.

We broke it on Thanksgiving day. I say "we" because it was team effort. 

My little brother ,out of playfulness(which he, after reading this post draft informs me, "it wasn't out of playfulness, I was trying to break your camera" Isn't he a nice fella? ), threw a pillow (and it was not the softest pillow int he world) at me while I was holding my camera while taking pictures. 

Well, the camera fell. 

The camera hit the floor. 

The camera's lens got smashed in.

The camera never took another picture.

It was a sad day.

After all these years we have never decided who actually was to blame, he thinks I did it (after all I was the one who dropped it), but I think it was his fault (he threw the pillow). 

So have agreed not to agree.

But hey, if I would not have dropped my camera on the floor that fateful day, I would not have decided to save up money to buy my nice camera. So, I guess it was a good thing he threw that pillow at me. 

This is the last picture I took with my little camera. 

  

See him? See the pillow? See the sneer? 
I totally have evidence.

And I am way off topic. Excuse me. I should re-name this post, "The Case Of The Fallen Camera".

The point is, I like taking pictures in mirrors. 

Don't mind that I am holding my camera oddly, I always do that. 

Sorry this one is blurry, I 'twas in a hurry. (Hey, that rhymed!)

Yes, I know this one is not focused on me, sorry. 

Don't mind the large neon hat, it was the only hat I could find to keep my ears warm. 
I don't like frozen ears. 


Happy Friday!
-Mackenzie Hope