15 May 2010.
Street puddles at their edges record traces of passing by, they are temporary junctures. Return after a while to a puddle and the splashes around its rim speak of different hazards met, other feet, other wheels. Under the circling sun a puddle evaporates, in-creeping, dwindling mirror, to eventually leave no more witness to this passing. Puddles sometimes have alluring depth, sometimes beguiling luminescent surface sheen. The inky puddle here - all that is left of a heavy shower under the heat of the returning sun - reflects an ephemeral fragment of windowed facade.
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