The not yet dry puddle in the forefront of the image is either ominous or intriguing. Perhaps in a symbolic sense, evidence of something left spiritually, that has yet to evaporate into nothingness....as ethereal as a shadow.
“Spirit of place! It is for this we travel, to surprise its subtlety; and where it is a strong and dominant angel, that place, seen once, abides entire in the memory with all its own accidents, its habits, its breath, its name.”
Alice Meynell, “The Spirit of Place”