When I first moved to Tucson, I was seven years old. Whenever we used to pass what I called “the dinosaur museum”, I used to be terrified, because I believed the old building was filled with real live dinosaurs that could break out and get me at any moment. I snapped this picture a few weeks ago, because now the building represents familiarity with a place that was once new to me. After ten years, Tucson is my home, and all of its quirky buildings are comforts rather than frights.
Sierra Decker 