Ladies and Gentlemen, Start Your Engines!

We stumbled upon these bodies, half submerged in dirt, and my first thought was, "What a way to decorate the fence line." We parked the truck, stepped out into the December air, and jumped the ditch to get closer to these modes of transportation that have seen better days. The click, click of my camera made me think of the thump, thump of heartbeats that may have belonged to two people sharing their first kiss in the front seat- the thump, thump of a driver's excitement, while leaving burnout marks on the street. It could have been someone's first car, last car; it could have been someone's give it all their blood, sweat, and tears car. 

The possibilities seem endless, when there's no one left to tell the tale. 

Mysteries exist on old dirt roads, some that don't even have a name anymore. When we travel them they are kept alive, though the dust covers any sign of our footsteps.

I love finding unexpected treasures as we drive the dirt roads surrounding our town, as we drift between Kansas and Oklahoma. The picture below was taken in Ashton, Kansas.