Burrowing through a sea of dense fog over snow covered dirt with visibility limited to a couple of tends of feet ahead of my truck I arrived at this intersection of farm roads on the US 2 plateau where a presumably abandoned house with a group of trees stood about a hundred feet from me. The fog was so thick I could not spot where the sky met the ground, I was determined to take this photograph.

On the way in it was raining and I was racing against time, for I have to cross the mountains before it gets too dark and icy. The fog was not going anywhere but was loosing light very quickly. So I took out my trusty digital camera and took two shots, and drove away soon after. The house faded away in the rearview mirror very quickly.