i grew up in a little town on historic Route 66. i remember walking down main street and trying to look in the storefront glass without seeing through it. i pretended that if i could train my eyes to only see the reflection of yesterday without being distracted by the displays of today then i could enter another time, or world, or life and live parallel to myself. i love photographing old small town storefront windows these days. not too many left... still wondering if that parallel life is waiting for me.