Things are getting a little warped. Heavy. Load bearing.

Slow and steady, appetizers abound. Nothing too delectable, sequential.

The final stop before plunging into fantastic waters.

A shimmering world lays beyond this portal. It twists, turns and distorts to accommodate our gaze. An ephemeral glance.

The window is a very powerful symbol, playing the role of both door and mirror. Even more so, it creates a veil of imagination that enriches out perception. The truth is, behind the windows in the shot above are cubicles. Rows upon rows of beige cubicles, with tired analysts staring at computers. Behind the window is the world of the mundane. One could certainly delve into that world, and photograph their tired faces–but that would be trite. Instead we focus on the possibility, on that potential seen in the window, a reflection of ourselves made fantastical.