I was drawn to this wall by a strikingly incongruous gouge symbolizing the life and times of the structure itself. This building dates back to the arrival of railroad service in Phoenix in the early 20th century. Time has opened a wound in it that reveals its history. The bricks may be part of its original wall. Succeeding layers of stucco suggest modernizations leading up to its present glowing green surface. This wall seems to be painfully speaking to us, telling us of its past. My image, made up primarily of the currently green surface, suggests that this building may be living on borrowed time as it approaches its second century of service.