A herd of semi-wild burros wait for handouts in a parking lot next to the old mining town’s Community Hall. Using a 24mm wideangle lens, I move in on them to fill half the frame, yet still allow room for the building and its signage. It is incongruous to see semi-wild animals prowling the streets of a town, and even more incongruous to see them in the context of a human activity such as a community hall. In fact, the only community we see here is made up of burros. The burros are descendants of the pack animals turned loose by gold prospectors in the 1920s and are protected by the US Department of the Interior.