Face pressed against the window of the aircraft in which I am traveling I can see pretty much directly below … but try to take a photo of the landscape beneath and invariably the reflection of a curved window frame will impose itself into the image.

Image #0892 began as such a photograph. The reflection was real, the landscape was real, yet they were not one and the same. The photograph had them melded into a new reality that does not exist yet makes perfect sense to me knowing the history. Mirages on the road don’t ‘exist’ either, but I see them and accept them as real. Perhaps this whole thing we call reality is merely a mirage.