The rain poured down with an eerie look of crimson. It was then that I realized that the clouds weren't crying, but bleeding. Literally, the rain wasn't rain... It was blood. -Kyah Troyer

The rain poured down with an eerie look of crimson. It was then that I realized that the clouds weren't crying, but bleeding. Literally, the rain wasn't rain... It was blood. -Kyah Troyer

"reflections" I love this shot. Everything about it. The colours - the composition - the mood - wish it was mine. S

"reflections" I love this shot. Everything about it. The colours - the composition - the mood - wish it was mine. S

April 20, 1950: The Woolworth Building reflected in a puddle in City Hall Park. The original caption deemed it “an eerie reflection of the skyline.”  Photo: Arthur Brower/The New York Times

April 20, 1950: The Woolworth Building reflected in a puddle in City Hall Park. The original caption deemed it “an eerie reflection of the skyline.” Photo: Arthur Brower/The New York Times

((Closed, Roy/Layla)) It was a world of endless possibility. Freedom at last. The two walked down the street, Roy marveling at how the light reflected off the wet asphalt. The depot was close by, he thought. But all that mattered was one thing. They were out. They escaped, and they planned to keep it that way, come hell or high water. "Now, let's go find that train."

((Closed, Roy/Layla)) It was a world of endless possibility. Freedom at last. The two walked down the street, Roy marveling at how the light reflected off the wet asphalt. The depot was close by, he thought. But all that mattered was one thing. They were out. They escaped, and they planned to keep it that way, come hell or high water. "Now, let's go find that train."

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