Wet Streets Photo Journal

Seeking consistency

The tone of this past week has oscillated with frivolity, within me and around me. Can you spot the inconsistencies, or are the constants easier to identify? Do the similarities of the mangled bike and woman with tangled fingers make any more sense than when rain pours while the sun also shines?

Still, to me, it’s almost the same photograph. The forgotten croissant on the window ledge, too dirty for one man to eat but fresh enough for another to call breakfast. The same style chair in two different neighborhoods, and yet the backless one has served as a regular perch for cigarette breaks, while the intact chair has been placed next to the trashcans—someone has decided it no longer serves them.

The left shoe of fellow

Substack

photographer

Wesley Verhoeve

after our rainy afternoon coffee meet-up.