Projected Reflection

During the summer months, the sun hits my front door in such a way that the etched flower in the door's window pane is projected onto the kitchen wall.

Ephemeral and fleeting, the weightless image is at once a reminder that there is a window pane in my front door, and that the Earth does indeed rotate around the sun. I am also reminded that summer turns into autumn as time passes.

Time passes, and the image disappears, leaving no trace that it ever existed. However, a permament impression is left in my consciousness, which is now a part of your awareness -- through my transforming that weightlessness into an object having mass, a photograph.