I collect pictures of abandoned buildings- I rarely photograph the ones I’ve actually gone into and spent time in because

when I leave those places

I always feel just a little relieved.

The sun looks brighter and the air smells good and that feeling that something has been looking over my shoulder the enter time I was there is gone.

Poof.

Just like that.

And then today I was thinking about why I don’t have any mirrors in my house- except for the one in my bathroom and I realize that they bother me.

They bother me because when I turn my back on them, I get the same feeling then as the one I feel when I walk away from an Abandoned Building.

Exactly.

The Same.

Source and Links:

Mirror Mirror– A Magic Tram Activity

Something To Reflect On: Wild West Yorkshire–

From The Csi Cops: Superstions About Mirrors