James Blake is an ordinary photographer from Haffer, a small town near the seaside. He is usually hired by large companies to take photos of goods these companies produce.
It was one of those ordinary days, when the sun greeted everyone with the last drops of warming, children were excited with the beginning of a school year and everything seemed to go back to its usual way of life.
There was a quiet autumn morning. A big city park attracted and captured by its beauty and majesty every person who even casually saw the golden crowns of tall trees.
Mr. Woodler lived in the flat number nine. That was the last habitation at the floor. And everything in Mr.Woodler's personality could be described with the words that express nothingness.