The wall of a tin shack, a lean-to more than anything, in the Alvord Desert. You have to go about 25 miles down a good gravel road, past the outpost of Fields, and then look for it, off about 150 yards off the road, just on the fringe of a dry salt lake. There’s a great hot spring there, where you can sit in the water on overturned ceramic hoppers from abandoned washing machines. There’s a changing room, although, that may be a generous description, and that’s where this corrugated tin is from. I did not show you the spectacular desert or the spectacular hot spring, but the wall has a story or two of its own to tell.