Last week I camped in northern Minnesota with 7/8 of my Barker cousins, each of whom spin pure gold from a robust imagination and bare feet. I can't remember a moment in my life when one of them wasn't fine-tuning a talent or encouraging a talent in someone else or not wearing shoes. They find uncanny riches in the remnants, harmonies in the tunes, poems in the words. My present response is to find an elephant in a piece of birch bark. Here is an eavesdropped moment between campfire and Highway 61 with Heidi, Mary, and Heather.