Sue Rissberger

I was walking around SoHo one day after a rainstorm in the month of July. Puddles fascinate me because the reflection always reveals an image different than how our eyes typically read the world. As I meandered around the cobblestone streets looking "in" puddles, I was struck by the reflection in this image: there was color, a city, life. I remember lingering for awhile near the puddle, waiting for cars and passersby to pass. One girl even remarked, "Nice shot," as a I crouched low, aiming for the right balance of building to puddle to street.