More airliner junk at Aviation Warehouse. The chin of the tripod was resting on the bottom of the doorsill, just barely low enough to squeeze the Joshua Tree into the arch. The wrestling mask spotlighted on the box is a random water stain/weathering on there. Some people see Jesus in grilled cheese sandwiches, I guess I see Luchadors in boneyards. 177-seconds of full moon with a lot of high and low power color from the Protomachines flashlight.