Driving across from Moab to Canyonlands, we stopped in a turnout to read some National Park information. Across the road stood (only just) an old tin church, rusting gently in the desert snow. The cold of the desert winter drove us back into the car, and on into the park, but not before I took a picture.
There was something very Anton Corbijn about the church, something that cries out for additional processing when I get back to my big screen and Photoshop. In the meantime, here's the image:
Nr. Moab, Utah