An early worshipper approaches the door of this cathedral, which was built in this suburban city in the 1920's. I look at both ends of life itself here. The shutter stops the fountain in full flow – to me, it seems to be a symbolic fountain of youth, frozen at its peak of vigor. I contrast that instant to the movement of the elderly woman slowly pulling herself up the stairs. My shutter finds her as she is about to enter the mysterious darkness that waits within those dark doors.