Winter comes in many ways, sometimes at the height of summer. This photo was taken at Waldameer Amusement Park, Erie PA, August 2010. I was struck by the similarities between the old woman and the tree: their wizened appearance and apparent age, their immobility, their confinement within a man-made artifice to protect them. I was also fascinated with the baby in the stroller, another version of a wheelchair. The baby, representing spring, enters the scene as the old woman departs, touching only briefly. This image reminds me that seasons happen not only to the earth according to its astronomical position; seasons come to each of us in our turn, even to the tree. The man made world ages too, although it is not obvious in this picture, and in time the wheelchair and the amusement park will also disappear and be replaced. Where does it all come from? Where does it all go? I think everything has always been here and always will be. One foot in the past, one foot in the future, we live in the liminal space between.