Growing up with “do it yourselfer” parents I seem to have
developed a sixth sense for spotting the beauty in discarded relics of
Americana. I love old cars, homes, and a Sunday at the antique mall is pretty
relaxing even if I can’t afford to buy all the neat things I come across. It’s
fun to see how far we’ve come and what has and hasn’t changed to make our lives
easier. These are “unpicked” items in
their natural environment and like most really great things this sight is
slowly fading away.
