There was a crooked man . . .

"There was a crooked man and he walked a crooked mile,
He found a crooked sixpence upon a crooked stile.
He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse.
And they all lived together in a little crooked house."

The poetry is an old nursery rhyme. The photograph is of a house in Durango, Colorado I took while walking along the Animas River in the snow.