A 12x16 oil on panel of Grand Avenue approaching St. Marks Avenue in Brooklyn. The first thing I saw was the puddle of water. I also liked the shadow of the car that you can't see. The puddle is always like an eye of the sky in the ground. Shadows of things you can't see have always appealed to me from the time (and earlier) that I read that Pissarro was criticized for introducing shadows of trees that were not visible into his paintings. How unorthodox!