Smiling Old Machine

Just like my Dad!

I drive past a house everyday which has 3 drives full of old tractors, buses, trams and cars. They all just sit in the drive or field, rotting. In some respect it's such a shame to see this once fine and treasured mechanics being left to crumble. But they also have such a gorgeous sense of spirit, an almost ethereal presence. Like they've done their time, and this is their retirement. They're free from all the pressure of having to be oiled and cleaned and have bits taken off and put on. They're happily decomposing back into the ground, where ultimately they came from.

Or maybe they're just rusting.