I bet you’ve never heard of Kanosh, Utah. Well, neither had we. But now we’ll never forget it. On our way home from a mini vacation visiting family and friends, we had been on the road for about 3 hours already when we spotted an old farm house on the opposite side of the freeway. My wife wanted me to turn around but there was no exit. She kept insisting that the light was going to be great in about an hour. “Golden hour”, like I had taught her. She wouldn’t let up, even when we were now about 10 or 15 miles further down the road. “Take this exit”! she demanded. I know better than to argue when she takes that tone of voice. Sort of the tone a mother uses against an obstinate child! (We certainly have a strange relationship!) So we ended up in Kanosh, a rather deserted town in the middle of nowhere. We found an old wooden shack and I stopped the car and walked on over to discover it was not abandoned but was occupied by a family of pigs and one huge black rabbit. We then drove around to discover the town and found the scene above. We just looked at each other and smiled. My wife said, “you want to kiss my feet now?” No, not really. But the light, the cars, the house, the camera, my wife, all were just perfect that day!