She sees herself, but is she really there? What composes who she is? Where is who she is, really?

She can’t find herself in what she intakes. It never satisfies.

She can’t find herself in education. It’s hollow.

She can’t even find herself in the art she creates. It’s lifeless.

Another glance.
Maybe, just maybe, she’s wrong.
Maybe who she is has been there all along.​

An original photo-narrative inspired by city afternoon reflections.

0 thoughts on “Mirror identity.

  1. Lindsey, Such a great story told through photos — and a profound grouping of thoughts to attend and extend the shots you took. Isn’t it a blessing to know that who you are in Christ is a precious daughter cherished by HIM?! — truly encouraging in every way!

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