McCarthy, Alaska, is an unconventional place. So I used unconventional framing to express the character of this rough and rugged place, truly America's last frontier. We are trained to frame things whole. But when appropriate, why not express an idea with fragmented framing? I feature the dawn light striking the Moose antlers that adorn the facade of McCarthy's general store, but deliberately fragment its sign. McCarthy itself is a fragment of the past -- one of Alaska's hidden gems. The infamous McCarthy Road ends at the Kennecott River. You have to hike the final mile into town, crossing two footbridges. The place once hosted carousing copper miners from nearby Kennecott. With the mines long closed, McCarthy manages to survive virtually unchanged, a charming ghost town that refuses to die.