As painful as it is, I’m always going through my archives and re-evaluating photographs. The vast majority need to be deleted, but for whatever reason I can’t always do it.  Then there are those few photographs that stare at you without answers.  They don’t fit into any of your schemes.  They are flies, gnats, annoyances.  What to do? as Blake Andrews might ask. I’m not one to allow organisms to live in limbo, so I normally end up re-examining the puzzle.  If the photograph asks a question, then certainly it must fit somewhere.  And sometimes when it does fit, it changes you’re ideas. This is why this particular photograph is causing problems for me.  It exists in a place and time that I can’t easily categorize, which makes it of particular interest to me.  Right now, I’m tossing this outlier with a bunch of other misfits, but I’m not sure it will get along with them.