A 330-foot long covered bridge, built in 1862, crosses that Stanislaus River at Knights Ferry. I walked halfway down the length of the bridge and saw a man walking towards me. I waited for him to pass, then turned and waited again for him to reach the opening at the end of the bridge, in order to get the maximum amount of scale incongruity out of the image. I deliberately allowed the background to burn out – I wanted the man to stand out in the abstracted glare of the mid morning sun. He appears to be fleeing down a long tunnel towards that light, as if he is caught in a bad dream. The antique interior of the bridge adds context to his flight. It is as if he is being chased by time itself.