I’m not an entomologist so I have no idea what kind of bug I’ve captured here. If I had to understand everything about a scene before I photographed it, I’d never photograph anything. I was mesmerized by this insect and its doppelganger and that was good enough for me.
I’m not sure what it is about reflections that is so universally compelling, like the twins in Kubrick’s The Shining, or virtually anybody taking a selfie these days. Maybe it has something to do with ancient myths like Narcissus. Or maybe it’s something lodged in our Jungian collective unconscious. Or maybe it has to do with the bicameral structure of the human brain. Or maybe I’m overanalysing things.
