Stopped mid-stride by this painting in a window a block away from the bay in San Francisco. Like a memory frozen before me I had to capture it to share with my wife - the subject of my own mental masterpiece. Of course taking the photo through the glass captured a reflection of the building across the street. At first I was disappointed at missing the moment that struck me, but upon showing her the photo I felt it was even more appropriate. Even clouded by the reflection of reality, my memory preserves what made me pause in the first place. Currently life is full of buildings trying to block moments worth pausing for. Today I am happy I that I was disracted before disappearing behind another door.