This particular homestead lies in a very desolate location. A half a mile further along the deep-rutted road which segments the barren landscape, there once lived neighbors, but their homes are no more than vague patches on Google Earth; tall grass and sage fully entangle the former victories of pioneer life.
But this place survives. Despite the wildfire which ripped through these fields a few years ago, it remains unscathed. And when the heavy snows descend on its remaining rafters, it abides the weight. And so I drive all the way out here to visit this elderly grandparent, knowing one day I will find it has passed. Until then, I record the widening lines of its cantankerous hulk, which stands defiant in the face of time.