aka I’m off script, doing junkster instead of tugster…  This is like hitting the snooze button for another few precious minutes of sleep.

Besides,  I found this wall of old Detroit steel, some painted up like bricks in the wall.  Scrapping is a necessity, but here’s to preserves like this.

Given some pesky dark ghosts annoying me, I’m buoyed by playfulness here,

just scrappable cars piled up and painted

a splash of spring colors in winter.  Too many other places of scrap hint at the terror that left them there; that’s not here.

 

Someone had fun here once.

Let’s sport about . . .

let’s sign on with a program to get this year going . . .

All photos by Will Van Dorp, whose time in the grove teaches resolve that distinguishes us from bears, turtles, bees, and other critters that hibernate; as well as learning that his preference is for shooting outdoor painted or rusty metal rather than feathers, scales, rock, stars, skin, or fur.

Related:  Here’s a place to add to the must-visit list.