No faces, no names, just bare feet meeting wet ground. Shot from below, at the level of the splash, the series strips the body down to its most basic point of contact with the world. Skin hits stone, water erupts, reflections shatter and reform. The frame never rises above the knee. What remains is pure movement and sensation: the weight of a step, the shock of cold, the freedom of going barefoot in a city built for shoes. Each image is anonymous and universal, you don't know who these people are, but you've felt exactly what they're feeling.