I grew up on 1960s folk rock thanks to my Mother. As a child, I couldn’t grasp the deeper meaning behind the music. Now I’m able to appreciate classic rock on another level.
When I passed by a broken side view mirror on the street, Paul Simon’s words from Patterns popped into my head. I felt compelled to return to the busted glass and snap an unselfie with my DSLR, which is a photo of yourself that obscures your form. The broken glass invokes the theme of the fractured self as does the deliberately muted layout with low contrast type. I paired the image with the lyrics and gave a framed photo to my mother as a gift. I hope Simon and Garfunkel approve of my tribute to their poetry.