Surprise! I quickly looked in the rear-view mirror, pulled over, and turned temporarily from my trip from New Mexico to Colorado. Tripod?! No. Try top of my car as I stood on the door frame. Usually, I don’t cross fence lines, but this one seems so deserted in the middle of nowhere with a barbed wire fence uncared for that I carefully cross to find the scene isn’t very good with all the vegetation blocking it. Back over the . . .ah not so graceful now. I forget that I am on blood thinner, but I completely forget that for the joy of finding something forgotten and imagine the house and barn of sorts half or more covered in snow and frigid house save the smoke coming from the stove pipe. Just where did the kindling come from? Vegetation? Animal dung?