I must admit, I'm a total weirdo when it comes to old things - well, maybe I should clarify. Old people -eh, give and take, but old artifacts, now that's my bag. Awhile back, Grandpa D decided to help us by pulling out an old bushy tree that was blocking our front yard. When he did, we discovered a long lost well that previous owners had thrown old bottles, farm equipment, and a tire into as fill and then had planted the nasty tree on top of it. We cleaned the well out and inspected each item with plenty of "oohs!" and "aahhs!" It was so neat and my kiddos really got a kick out of Mommazilla being excited about "junk."

Due to this strange love of old things, I took special delight in finding an ancient car parked on my neighbor's property just adjacent to the fenceline. Lucklily for me, it was parked closed enough so that I didn't have to break too many trespass laws in order to get a closer look.

At first glance, it's a junky old car that's been left to die under a couple of redwood trees and some blackberry vines. I'd like to think that the owner was so in love with this car they he/she decided to put it out to pasture rather than donate it to the junkyard. It's a much happier thought so I'm going with this version of the story. I think it's so much more....

At First Glance...

At First Glance...(softened)

Handle Dreams...

Handles Dreams...(softened)

The Light Has Dimmed...

The Light Has Dimmed...(softened)