Reflections encountered in the life of the street. A record of humble boundaries, extending beyond just "(Water, Windows...)". Through reflection, objects lose their substance, dissolving into the glass and my lens. This is neither a composite nor a multiple exposure. Which is the reality? Which is the illusion? A fleeting, unreproducible form the city reveals in a sudden moment beautiful, yet unsettling. Layers of the street where the gaze gets lost. Nothing is certain. Only 'Light,' 'Shadow,' and 'Reflection' were there.