Witness this tiny, dilapidated farmhouse, as seen from Highway 2. Its two hipped roof is sagging inward, the most recent snowfall insult upon years of injury from the elements. The outline of where the front porch once was can be clearly seen above a couple of concrete steps. Both the front and back doors are missing and the windows are empty. Rusty lichen streaks the white asphalt siding. Beside the back left corner of the house is one large tree, gleaming white with hoar frost. Wheat stubble pokes through the snow in the foreground and the sky is dull gray.