I love the anthropomorphism in this photograph.
What is this jar thinking?
Ahead of it lies a dimly lit sidewalk, a few splashes of green hunkering down on either side of the path.
In the summer this would be a cool, delicious walk on a humid day. In the winter, though, the icy shadows and curled tendrils of dead or sleeping plants would make the same journey feel far more isolating.
Now this is where things get interesting: the jar isn’t looking at the path ahead. It cannot see what’s down there without hopping past the mirror.
What the jar can see is itself dappled with sunlight. It can see another section of the path and behind it the beginning of what looks to be a gorgeous little garden. It’s no more or less shaded than the rest of the path but somehow having several plants huddled together makes it feel sunnier.
Which direction does the jar prefer?
I don’t know.
But I’m having a wonderful time climbing into its (imaginary) mind to find out.
What do you think?