The boneyard; cars, mobile homes, travel trailers, farm equipment...
People have lived there, romanced there, listened to their favorite song there, talked there, cried there, died there.
Shells carrying the ghosts of memories, good, and bad.
Dreams came to life, and were taken from them...In there.
Who where they? Where did they go? Why are the shells here?
This was more than an exploration of rusted metal, and twisted tin, this was a trip to not one past, but many.
Pictures do not do them justice, I wish you could have smelled it; felt it, physically and emotionally.
I did, and it was one of those fulfillments I have been waiting a long time for.
Wander with me through the "M88 Boneyard".
Michael
People have lived there, romanced there, listened to their favorite song there, talked there, cried there, died there.
Shells carrying the ghosts of memories, good, and bad.
Dreams came to life, and were taken from them...In there.
Who where they? Where did they go? Why are the shells here?
This was more than an exploration of rusted metal, and twisted tin, this was a trip to not one past, but many.
Pictures do not do them justice, I wish you could have smelled it; felt it, physically and emotionally.
I did, and it was one of those fulfillments I have been waiting a long time for.
Wander with me through the "M88 Boneyard".
Michael
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