There's a story there, in that stroller in the snow picture.
Reminds me of the (probably fabricated) yarn about Ernest Hemingway betting a friend he could write a novel in two sentences...maybe it was eight words, I forget. You'll recall Hemingway's spare style of writing left a lot unsaid with few plot resolutions.
Anyway, Hemingway's bet-winning novel read, "For sale, one pair baby shoes. Never worn."