Another rainy day, another grey sky, another day of being inside, looking out. Another day of puddles on the street, dripping umbrellas at work, and the smell of wet dogs at home. The streets — so full of life on sunny days — are sodden, dull and dreary. And here at the heart of the city, in old Indiantown where Main Street begins, there is no movement, no life, no human form in sight. Only the houses have eyes; they are the watchers, the keepers of time.
Taken on April 9, 2010