In this conceptual photograph, a man in a bright red hazmat suit cleans snow from a garden, where vibrant green grass and bamboo stand in stark contrast to the winter scene. A whimsical pink flamingo, added digitally, perches in the garden, creating a surreal juxtaposition. Inspired by Sara Teasdale’s poem "There Will Come Soft Rains," the image evokes a post-apocalyptic world where nature endures and thrives, indifferent to human existence. The hazmat suit and artificial flamingo hint at humanity’s fragile presence in a world that will continue without it. There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the pool singing at night, And wild plum trees in tremulous white; Robins will wear their feathery fire, Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire; And not one will know of the war, not one Will care at last when it is done. Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree, If mankind perished utterly; And Spring herself when she woke at dawn Would scarcely know that we were gone. (Sara Teasdale)