A junkyard can be a history lesson, of sorts, for those who take the time to see, and those who take the time to know; or, it can be a bookshelf of the imagination, each vehicle suggesting an album of snapshots or a diary of recollections that evoke a personal voyage across an ocean of memory. You can't look through a lot, or a pile, of broken, rusting, and decaying remnants of once used, and, perhaps, once loved, automobiles, without wondering how they got where they are now, and what happened to their owners.
More pointedly, a junkyard is a sometimes comforting reminder of our own mortality. Generations of automobiles have fallen into rot, rust, and decay, and are now exhibited before us, and we live on with the prospect that many more such generations will expire before we must face our own ends. But these ghosts of abandoned machines speak of past lives as well as past fads, and it is in this collision between history and nostalgia that we often find our disquiet.
Still, there can be great beauty in decay, in rust, in rot, and even in destruction. A junkyard presents us with a collection from which we may pick and choose our own aesthetic of disintegration.
The following five photos were taken at a junkyard east of Austin, Texas, on Highway 71.
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Thanks for the feedback. My goal is to update at least once a week, but I'm pretty sure I'll get something new up at least once a month.
My objectives are still evolving, but I'd like to show a little of the Texas character, some of the unusual things I come across in the State, and some interesting photos.
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