A couple weekend ago, Rich and I went to an antique car show, something he use to do with my dad on a regular basis. Sadly dad is long gone, and Rich hasn’t gone to many shows since. However, I agreed to go with him to a show in southern NJ. While he enjoyed all of the beautifully restored cars, I was far more interested in the rusted relics strewn along the property edges. They, along with the late afternoon glowing sunlight, had me climbing through all kinds of weeds and trees to take shots. I found it all peaceful and beautiful, the way the autumn coloring so complemented the decay of the cars. In that junkyard of sorts, I found beauty and even some hope.