I get drawing to reflections in puddles. I think there's something inherently poetic about an image on the surface of a puddle, regardless of what that image is. Of course, that doesn't mean it's interesting, but hey: there's also an inherent narcissistic thread in blogging, so the fact that it's interesting to me is important. Now, whether that's interesting is probably as significant as whatever you're shooting in that puddle. And if you're shooting yourself in the puddle... well, is there some meaning in the metaphorical overlay of "to shoot" with capturing your own reflection? Now that's definitely interesting. ;)
Unemployed. Caught this in the parking lot where I work. And it for some reason captures much of what I have felt when I have been unemployed and looking. Something about a pyramid, how the lines draw you to focus on the pinnacle no matter where you're looking, even you don't want to. Something about barbed wire in the way, but only magically - like you couldn't cut it with clippers if you had them. The water parts with resistance, but the fence stays: you are compelled to constantly gaze up, above yourself, never quite achieving.
Bleak, I know - apologies!