The moving finger writes and having writ moves on. Nor all thy piety nor wit lure it back to cancel half a line nor thy tears wash out a single word of it...I thinks it goes like that..anyway..BV!!
The only things in focus here are the stoic fellow pushing the lady in the wheel chair and the woman watching you make the image from behind what appears to be a pole in the center of the frame. I get the feeling that these two people are islands of stability, unknowingly placed by your image astride the merry go round of life itself. They seem to be unaware of those wheels of time that eventually overtake them as well.
