I found this toilet in the rest room of a long closed service station. Like the rest of the service station, it no longer functions. Nature has taken it toll on the paint that once covered the wooden seat. It is cracked and flaking, the flakes covering the floor around it. The lid is turning green, as is the cinderblock wall behind it. I make the image into a study of abandonment, decay and erosion. What once offered relief to generations of desperate motorists has become a study of unwelcome textures. Yet the lid remains upright, an incongruous gesture of welcome.