I have to set the whole scene for this image to make sense. It's 6:45am. Hubs is exercising in the living room, Sweetpea is eating breakfast, I am in the hallway waiting for Little Mister—who requested privacy—to decide if he's done throwing up. (Don't you just love mornings that involve vomit? Especially when they begin at 4:50am?) I turn and happen to notice the reflection of my beautiful daughter in the glass of a frame on the wall.
It was quite dark in the hallway, but I had to try anyway. I'm glad I did! I love reflections. What a fun shot.
I came around the corner to capture the image being reflected. It was quite a peaceful morning, except for the whole throwing up thing. I'm crossing my fingers he'll wake up with a healthy tummy tomorrow. (And sleep all night. Please, please, no middle of the night issues.)