We had quite a rainstorm during the evening previous to this photo and the resulting clogged storm drain afforded me a great image opportunity for reflections.
I am drawn to reflections, especially those generated by random puddles - must be a holdover from childhood - playing in puddles - floating little rafts made of popsicle sticks with an occasional captured insect as captain and crew.
Here are a few puddle images in recent years from Lucca, Italy and from Provincetown, Massachusetts.
Farther along the road, another puddle, another opportunity. Hmmmm, I wonder if there are any popsicle sticks somewhere in a dark corner of the basement?................
I grew up in Mumbai. I would love seeing little rainbows in the puddles a little girl, during the monsoons. Much later I realized that the rainbows were a result of oil leaks in cars driving over these puddles.
ReplyDeleteI never saw the dirt in the puddles, or the oil, just the rainbows. They made me happy. Thanks for the memory of a simpler time.
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