I was Chukar hunting in the high desert east of L.A. Calif., rolling hills with a lot of small canyons and arroyos. Saw what looked like an old mine shaft and went to take a look. It was somebodies house. Passageways and rooms, even a bed and table cut out of the walls. Blanket still on the bed, lantern on the table, even an old wooden Cokacola case half full of way old Coke bottles. I guess whoever once lived there was a frustrated artist, he had heated up the coke bottles and twisted them into many weird shapes and forms.