No one else is around but these two travelers on the riverside this Autumn evening. At the end of the embankment the roughly-built Ita Bridge crosses the river. The willow branches waver as a cold winter wind blows. In the foreground, one of the travelers frantically chases after his bamboo umbrella hat which is tumbling along in the wind. On the bridge the other traveler holds down his raincoat to keep it from being blown away, striking a bitter pose. Humor hangs in the air of this lonely scene.