Like an earth work were a few rocks are placed just so and one of them is bleached. Or a gentle parody of his own subjects - a cloud that is too singular, two buttes that are too regular and that special isolated effect in the foreground - not a flowering bush but a bleached rock. I imagine Horace stopping his Chevy because of the rock. He feels compelled - conventionally compelled - and no one can stop him, he's at home on the range. (Click TWICE to enlarge and find the fence.)
