An older man stands on the roof of his R.V. He’s wearing a hat against the heat and a rifle slung over his shoulder; a pair of binoculars is in his left hand. He stands guard surrounded by wilderness but just over on the horizon the tops of Atlanta’s skyscrapers can be seen. The roof has been set up with a couple of camp chairs, an umbrella and a cooler. Just past the R.V. on the other side of the hill is an abandoned rock quarry.