Above a certain elevation, the aspens gave way to scrubby, gnarled pines.

He was a cloddish man, like he'd just fallen off the turnip wagon and hadn't quite woken up yet from his long trip from the country.

We took our guns and went fowling.

But the production does have a couple of visual coups de théâtre, including a final one in which past and present (or present and future) come together in a tableau wherein it is impossible to distinguish between actors and their projected, hologramlike images.