i keep wanting to make a story out of the first shot... i can just see her waiting on someone...and time slowly easing by...eventually she has turned to stone...cant move...life has swept on by...she is hardened, and worn, but still waiting.....and as life's storms have come and gone, she is evetually wore to the point of losing strength, knowing he will come for her...knowing he wont leave her desolate and alone...still she waits...even after the wind has pushed her down...had beaten her down....the rain washes the last of her tears from her face, and she is resigned to the truth that he left her.....she in truth has turned to stone...her heart has stopped completely...the blood dried in her veins.... life ceases to exsist to her....she just watches the seasons pass...............