The first emotion that arrived in me through this photo was anger and fear which emanated from the wiry hair like puckerbrush. But then there was that subtle fog and clouds in the background which gave me a feeling of faith. I felt like God might somehow suddenly appear on the scene and seemed to save me. I felt as though the image was captured beside a railroad track where nothing could grow. It reminded me of a time as a teenager when I accidentally took an express train out to the Bronx and it brought me all the way out to 125th street in New York City. I had to walk under a railway bridge to get to the other side of the track where I could head back. I was so scared. It was winter and so dark and I was afraid I was going to step on “the third rail” or that something terrifying would jump out at me on the other side of the overpass.