The woman parting the blinds was about to clean the display window of a Klamath Falls store, and I was trying to find a workable vantage point. I worked my way across the street, and noticed that the reflections of parked vehicles were almost obscuring her. I made the image anyway, and as soon as I saw it, I realized that the image was more about the symbolic meaning of the reflections, than it was about her. The chaotic jumble of reflected vehicles appear to be inside the store itself, overwhelming her in the process. Her world is one of order and system, yet she, like all of us, also must survive in a world of random chaos. That tree just outside the window is the work of nature, while the reflected chaos is the work of man. When she opens those blinds to clean the window, she sees the world as she expects to see it. Yet from our vantage point, she is beholding chaos without realizing it.