Resting Place | Wenatchee, WA | 2013
To me, the fate of this car mirrored the aging process. It sat for weeks in the same place (job, relationships) before the first parking tickets (warnings that time was running out) began to appear. Soon, the windshield was covered with legal admonishments to take immediate notice, to take action now or a greater power (the city) would take it away. The owner ignored those warning signs until, one day, the car was gone. Other vehicles parked in its place; memory of it faded. Then, months later, that same car rolled out of nowhere to pass me in a park. Its windows were down, hip-hop music blared, teenagers inside joked and laughed. Clearly, the car had gone to a better place. It had been reborn.