Indulging in the past
What is it about things that are really old that make us stop. People age (mostly unpleasantly) gradually. But at some point aging becomes beautiful. Not in a fashion model sense, but in awe of the journey that must have been taken. The facades and need to fit in falls away to the need to just be, you become less concerned about their function and overwhelmed by their essence.
With old buildings an vehicles its the same, they go from broken junk that don’t fulfil their function, to rustic beauty as nature reclaims, shapes and colours them.
My new project is in final stages, just the stand to be added to the old double hung red cedar window.
Can anyone tell me what model these cars are???….its always the first question people ask, and it would be nice to have an answer.