I’ve rushed by these old cars so many times without noticing them. Always in a hurry to get somewhere five minutes ago. With a little extra time on my hands, I saw these cars, left outside a small mechanic business, as if for the first time. No one seemed to be afraid that the cars would be stolen or broken into. They were just left outside. Locked or unlocked, who knows? What intrigued me about these cars was their whisper of a simpler time and the beautiful colors and textures left by the weather and time. Rust, browns, mustards, blues, greens, and shiny chrome. Textures smooth, rough, flaky, bumpy, crackled. There is a beauty here..at least there is for me. What about for you?
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