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  • Hard winter rains leave large puddles on our crumbling streets. When the air is still and the sun returns, their reflections provide a new perspective what’s around. They make it interesting to look down instead of up. And you should look down or risk splashing through them.

    The freeway roars overhead, water occasionally splashing over the sides, creating more puddles below. Anyone who happens to be standing below at the time gets doused with oil-soaked water. If you’re aware of this you’re careful about the path you take. You hop around and over the puddles, making an adventure of a noontime walk.

    I’m always fascinated by the play of light and reflections from these puddles. Their shape and size change depending on the rain. But you can always count on the puddles being there because in this city, they let the roads crumble, cutting the maintenance budget in order to fund other priorities. Rather, they fill the potholes which in short order become bigger potholes and bigger puddles to reflect what’s around them.

    So best to look down as well as up in this city . . .
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