The return of "the grease of time"

I decided it might be kind of cool to tell a backstory about a particular photo--a story that doesn't relate to the poem. My first one will be about the photo accompanying "the grease of time". When I went to take this picture, there were three or four large, angry dogs sitting outside the hotel. The sun was setting and it was hard getting the sign into the perfect light. As I walked closer to the sign, the dogs ran up to me and barked a lot. I ran away, deciding that art wasn't worth it.