Mike said, "When you're done photographing the barn, you've got to see what's in this house." I was visiting Mike and Marcia in Door County, Wisconsin, and Mike had taken me to an abandoned farm to photograph the barns that were constructed in an unusual manner. (I'll save that for another time.) I was fascinated by the barns and the texture and the light, and could barely tear myself away from my photography, but Mike's invitation seemed mysterious. "What's in the house?" He replied that he wasn't going to tell me. "You'll have to see for yourself." As I went in, it seemed like an ordinary empty farmhouse. And it was empty except for one thing. There on the kitchen counter was a half-finished wooden airplane. And so the mystery continued. I saw it, but what did it mean? Why was it left there? Who had begun to build it? Did someone intend to come back and retrieve it? Sometimes in the seeing, there is no resolution, but more questions. There must be a story here...