I've always had a fascination for wet pavement. It's a gorgeous tense and saturated poetic - smells fresh, though what you're smelling is also the oil being released from the tar that covers the earth like some long-decaying scab. Every car that goes by swishes and swashes to remind you of the eternal reality of water... uh, and seemingly, cars.
The very first name I came up for myself as a web designer was "Wet Pavement," and whenever I have a camera I find that I stop and gaze at every oil leak I come across when the ground is freshly watered. This one seemed rather poignant, the cigarette box just nicely positioned (didn't touch it, I swear).
Had a rough time with Photoshop: levels to push the colour contrast and darken the back to bring out the rest; hue/sat and a diminished "overlay" duplicate layer to try and pop the colour without popping the pebble whites. Used some selection and more adjustment layers to make sure the cigarette box didn't blow out completely. Feels unsuccessful to me, but photoblogging can't always be about perfection. ;)