MoodSnaps & HollowBoy
Ever notice how a rainy alley hides a whole city story in its reflections?
You’d be surprised how wet pavement shows the city in miniature, each drop a tiny secret reflected back at you.
Those little mirrors on the pavement are like the city’s confessions, only I can read them with a lens and a quiet mind.
I lean against a curb, let the rain drum, and watch the city spill its secrets in the puddles.