Unphotographable Moment

A man of many years stood leaning against a worn fence post, Staring intensely into the lust demanding field beyond him. The look of undeniable defeat in his eyes. A "NO TRESPASSING" sign faced him obstructively; staring back at him. This man had journeyed as far as he could reach, taking no obstacle impossible; now had met he trip's demise. This man was filled with woe, for he was so involved with this new depressor that he had not turned to notice the heavenly fire-lit expanse of sky on the path he left behind him.