Junk
I spent an afternoon re-exploring the back lot of my dad's auto-repair shop. My brothers and I occupied a good deal of our childhood summers playing back there while our parents worked. It's a veritable graveyard of auto parts and other neglected odds and edds. I never paid much attention to it then, but now, even in the hot sun, it maintains an eerie, haunted air.
black & white 35mm
spring 2005