I cross this patch of sidewalk several times each week, heading to Whole Foods to buy my breakfast bagels. Each time I had passed over it before, I had wondered about the stories that made up its history: the real ones about the foot print and the imagined ones about these long tailed creatures or Onanist discards. Each time I had passed, I told myself to bring a camera to see what else it might have to say when it was framed. The last time I passed, I had the camera.