He decided to take a picture to remember what happened that day. One day a man went to a garden and pondered everything’s existence and what was really nice. This man had no face; it could almost never be described. What he was thinking no one could ever know because not a single soul was in this garden of flowers and vegetables except for the man. This man had clothes that had washed away colors that looked like a green ocean. A man in a garden he was standing lifelessly like a scarecrow in a farm field pondering life’s meaning.