I take a photo of something I like in a window. I go home and enlarge the photo, only to see that instead of the object of my affection, there is a reflection of the photographer in its place. To my horror, another camera eye gazes on the scene, only it's not mine...backwards and behind me on the street, he shoots, he snaps, he retreats. Where has he taken my image? Is he at home now looking back at me through the eye that I gaze through now? Blink, blink, blink. Frame it, capture it, hang the trophy on the wall.
