I made this image along an industrial street featuring small shops specializing in repairing and servicing cars and trucks. This shop attracts its customers with hand made signage. It is roofed with rusting segments of tin and broken tiles, bearing traces of exterior painting long forgotten. This shop sells, or perhaps formerly sold, lubricants. I call this image the “little shop of wonders” because it makes us wonder about everything we see here. It engages the imagination, and thereby becomes interpretive. An indigenous woman plods past the shop, a heavy walking stick and two dogs preceding her. An ornate metal grill, symbolizing a rising sun, guards a window holding empty bags and cartons. More empty cartons rest upon the vividly colored oil drums blocking the entrance to the building. The place seems to be closed. The handmade sign hanging next to the door is just as baffling – it defies translation. The woman and the dogs kept on walking after I made this picture. She was searching the area for useful scrap. The dogs watched her, every step of the way.