Past fields and pastures, around a bend, and over a creek there is a secret place I like to go. On a quiet back road, icons of another time stand proudly in their hidden home among the November weeds.
Big rusty beasts grazing in the meadow.Steel bodies enveloped by fluffy goldenrod ghosts.
Their stately grandeur is only enhanced by the natural backdropI can't help but wonder about the people who drove them. Who sat behind this wheel?
And what did they deliver in their world that is so vastly different from ours today?
This sculptural art installation (or junk yard) never ceases to enthrall me. There are dozens and dozens of antique automobiles and trucks being reclaimed by this field. We had good friends visiting all weekend, and I'm so happy I got to share my tucked away treasure with them. Hope you had a little magic in your weekend as well!