You know when you’re out in the country, or even in the city (usually a shittier neighbourhood), you sometimes see an old derelict vehicle? Have you ever stopped to think about that? Really. Have you ever just stopped for a second to look past the rusted hunk of shit that it is and consider its past? Or consider how or when it was placed in its current location?
I think vehicles are sort of part of the family. I’ve found if you show a vehicle love and appreciation, it’ll generally treat you well (further proof that I am nuts). And you always tend to take the vehicle along for the trip with the family, right? Or in the case of a work truck, it’s like having a partner helping you carry the load. Maybe it’s just me because I’m a bit quirky, but if I treat a vehicle like dirt, it will have revenge on me. It will wait for the most inopportune moment possible to have revenge on me. So I’m generally nice.
Since I have been driving through farmland to get to my non-artistic work location in hell, I have taken notice of the many abandoned vehicles along the way. With nothing else to do, I think about their past. Here are a few of those vehicles that I have managed to snap while driving by (don’t tell the cops):
Below: Look at this old dump truck. I wonder how long it has been sitting in the grass. There was a day when it was driven for the last time. There was a date in history when this old truck hauled its last load. There once was a day when it was started and ultimately parked, knowingly or not, for the last time in that location. The engine was shut off, the key was removed (or not), and the door was closed for the last time. Conversely, there was a time when that old truck was new. There was a time when that truck was most likely cared for when it was shiny new.
Below: Check out this old semi truck. I’m gonna take a guess that it was maybe a logging truck. Maybe not. Maybe it hauled loads of hay bails. Or both. Anyway, it sits alone in the grass beside the trees. Is it retired? Is it broken? There once was a day when it was new and pulled its first load. And last.
Below: Here’s an old dump truck trailer. This thing is parked beside a vacant road beside the highway. Unfortunately, my antenna is cutting the shot in half, but that’s what happens when you try to crack a pic off at 120km/hr. Something like this dumper trailer would have had a life of pure work. I assume it was parked in the dump position so that it doesn’t collect rain water and whatnot, but I’m not sure. Or maybe the owner got pissed off at it, dumped his last load ever, and walked away after unhitching. Either way, this thing has a history.
Below: Here’s another antenna cutting the shot in half. Yay me. Look at that old car. Something like that would most likely have been a family vehicle at one time. It possibly took a family out and about to visit friends or family. Perhaps it regularly took a family to church. Or vacations. Maybe it was used in a robbery and chased by the police! Whatever the past may be, it was once new and chosen by someone who most likely cared for it. Now it’s sitting, possibly in a pile of horseshit, beside a fence on a farm with what looks like an old kitchen sink on the roof. Of course, that leads me to wonder why there is an old sink on the roof of the car. That’s weird. The sink has a history, too. It was probably used to wash dishes after family suppers. It was possibly used as a bathtub for a baby at some point. Now it’s sitting on the roof of an old car, possibly in a pile of horseshit, beside a fence on a farm.
Think about it the next time you see something like these objects. They all served a purpose at one time. Now they sit in fields for guys like me to take pictures and write about them.