When I first took this, it was not my favorite, in fact I thought it was a mistake. I loved the window and was trying to capture the age of the house. What I was not prepared for were the reflections, mine was not supposed to be there. The mountains were a bonus. I studied and reworked, cropped, and drained the color. Before I knew it, this was one of my favorite shots, a happy accident with so many layers. First, the window itself, original to the 1870s structure. Second, the light space left by the sky in the upper right corner, making the trees and mountains more obvious. Third, the photographer in the lower left corner, busily plying her trade. Lastly, from an aristic standpoint, is the author standing outside in a reflection, or inside looking out?