I found nothing tall, nothing familiar — no trees or structures, no animal forms in the surrounding terrain — to demonstrate (by visual means alone) the size of our exotic object. The hill I estimate rose sixty feet above marshes connecting to the Colorado River’s blue channel. The smiling humanoid in our photograph covered a third the height of the mound; so the sculpture (partially embedded in the dirt) might cover twenty feet from crown to chin — as large as a parcel delivery truck. Its meaning, its purpose for being? I found no clues — neither sign nor bulletin board nor neighbors to interrogate, and no tour guide existed here to transmit reliable information. Even one granule of narrative detail might break the suspense for us, and allow greater understanding. I fear we might remain forever in ignorance, to be forever without landmarks, to be occasionally confused and unsettled when viewing this photograph.