I enjoy that your chosen juxtaposition has me reinterpreting the second image, not as the revelation of freedom as in the film, but instead as the prison warden looking down in amazement at the abused hiding place of an inmate -- an inmate who'd spent the better part of a forty-year stretch kiestering contraband rock-polishing supplies. Truly, the wonders of montage. Thanks to you, I will forever view Shawshank in a whole new light.
