The fence marks the site of Keeler’s beach on Lake Owens. The lake is no longer there – it has been piped from Keeler to the city of Los Angeles. An old trailer that once served as a beachfront home is all that is left of the “beach.” I include the coil of barbed wire resting on the fence as a symbol of what has happened here. A place that once welcomed visitors now rejects them. The smashed trailer, its aluminum sides gleaming in the setting sun, offers still another metaphor for Keeler’s fate. Home sweet home is no longer the case.