As I watched this blur of a man, cell phone clasped to his ear, rush past copies of The New York Times, The Wall Street Journal, and The Arizona Republic, it occurred to me that if he was in the same spot eighty years ago, he would probably be thinking of enjoying a delicious slab of Mission Ice Cream. This fading message from Flagstaff's past overwhelms the scene, but he will never see it. Yet my camera did, and for the moment anyway, this image juxtaposes two entirely different visions of time.