We dodged rain squalls all day long in Singapore. This street person is dodging them as well, using an underpass to take cover. He smokes a cigarette and reads a newspaper, waiting for the rain to cease. Actually it did stop while we were in this underpass, and a tiny glimpse of sun very briefly warmed the wall at far right. And so a story unfolds, based on the small contrast in color between the de-saturated gray world surrounding the street person, and a warmer, more hopeful place presumably just up that ramp to the outside world. Viewers may well bring differing interpretations to bear on this story, which is why I made and post-processed the image in this way. For example, what role does the newspaper play here? Is he just passing the time, waiting for the rain to end? Or does he really care enough to want to know what is going on in the world, or in his community? The symbolic significance of the concrete block that stands between him and the ramp is also at issue here. Does it symbolize the barriers that keep him in the streets? Or is he willing and able to get up and step around those barriers, seeking a better life, if he wishes? And finally, he is looking down, not up. He does not seem to notice that the rain has stopped and the sun has momentarily, at least, bathed the wall at the end of tunnel with a trace of golden light. It makes us wonder if he, and indeed, other street people, are actually willing and able to get off the street and seek a “better” kind of life?