Response to angels

In one of my posts of the little boy behind the shovel, Tom Meyer pointed out a few "unimportant little light spots whispering in my (visual) ear" -- a great metaphor, not unlike James' remark "the image...falls on deaf eyes" in Jeff's recent Portrait Without a Person? thread. Well, in this shot, there are numerous of those little whispers, but I think they significantly add to the appeal and somewhat whimsical qualities of this photograh. I presume that by "angles" you not only refer to the reflections of the people in the windows, but of these little bright spots that are popping up all over the place. The first one I encountered was the reflection of what looks like the sun off of the topmost circular ring of the bar stool she is sitting on. Then my eye went to the near edge of the chair back in the close foreground, then up to the upper left of the photograph where I think I see a tiny chunk of sky coming through from two buildings. Then to the far lower right corner, then up a bit, and... This photograph is definitely some eye candy. Each time my eye tracks to the next bright angel, it crosses over to the most prominent subject -- maybe the mother of all the angels, with the veil of backlit hair -- the girl reading. I like this one because it is poetic and mythical seeming.

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