Remote is an appropriately named village. Much of its identity vanished when its post office and general store closed down in 1993. The most poignant sight in Remote is the abandoned car of Remote's late postmaster. Her Lincoln Continental still stands parked behind an old barn. The image gains power from its supporting context. It is more than just an old rusting car. It is incongruously planted in a field of dandelions. Storm clouds glower. The siding of an old barn speaks of another time. When I add verbal context explaining that this car’s life ended along with its owner’s, the post office, general store, farm, and much of the village itself, this image becomes even more evocative.