I visited the Husong homestead twice, with many rolls of color film. Nothing's left of cabin and garage now, just two small piles of rubble. But I saw what color the roof was. And I saw the sky full of sun and windy clouds, and the purple shadows sliding over the hills.
I was never completely satisfied with my fusion of then and now, and thought no one else was either, until some years later, when I met at Goffs the daughter, son-in-law and granddaughter of the boy in the field.