The night I walked by the water and heard cello I had not intended to photograph a
reflection at all but I couldn’t resist the sound so I gave in and aimed my
camera at what had elicited it. As soon as I let go of my
thoughts, the texture of the water washed over me in synch with the
sound and turned to satin on my skin. When I felt myself climb into the
shadows between the folds, I snapped the shutter. I hear cello every
time I look at it today, though I discovered that if I turn it upside
down, it becomes violin.