“In the eye of the watcher, we are mere subjects of curiosity. “
I was crossing the street for home, not having found anything “worth” shooting when I stepped over a small curb puddle. Reflections can have some interesting things, so I stopped to look. While I was looking I saw hundreds of eyes looking back at me (this was after spending some time shooting in a different direction).
I purposely left my shadow in the shot to try to get that feeling of being watched. The real subject is not the delicate white peddle which I tried so hard to get in just the right spot. Ha ha.
