While prowling the side streets and alleyways of this old western town, I noticed what appeared to be a feathery face floating in a window. It was looking down at me from within a building dating back to the town's founding. Logic tells me this is just a reflected cloud. But what I feel in this image tells me otherwise. The window is framed in old bricks, and its rippling glass diffuses and distorts the reflection, adding expressive texture to the haunting face that gazes through it. The building, old as it may be, remains very much in the present. Yet the face seems to be a vision out of the past.