
Worcester is one of the few places that actually looks more beautiful in the rain. I'm not sure why that is. Maybe it covers some of the shadiness of Worcester, maybe it has an antiquity feeling reminding us of olden times, or maybe its the way it glistens and reflects light throughout the city. Rain is not something I ever thought was particularly beautiful. The morning I shot this was a typical hangover morning at my residence. We were making our ritualistic coffee, when my roommate decided she wanted to watch the rain. I don't question a lot of things my roommates do, but suffice it to say I was perplexed. Remembering that rainy days are great ones for photography, I grabbed the camera. The street was beautiful- rain hitting the dynamic trees, mist painting white throughout, refreshing, renewing rain. I tried to capture the immensity of beauty, but decided that what I was trying to capture was too vast. Instead, I focused on as little as I could instead of as much. A single raindrop.
Yes, rainy days and fall color are where it's at.
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