In our family, road trips will just always be apart of fond memories. Every new road is an adventure. We never know what we will see. On this trip, my husband spotted this row of old trucks. They were rusty and falling apart but deliberately arranged as if they were works of art. These old trucks had a lot of history. The current owner to a family farm realized that every work truck his family had ever owned had been parked and left some where on the property. He finally decided he was going to gather all the vehicles to the same location. He parked them all out by the main road and took great pride in placing them in chronological order. What a find! We arrived there late afternoon. I could have stayed for hours shooting photos but I realized I had to move quick. The sun was beginning to set behind the pine trees. I am fascinated when the sun moves and the lighting changes every few moments revealing a fresh take on a subject. The world goes away and you just get caught up in each moment eagerly looking to see what awaits you. Fun.
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