A Life Well Lived

A 1920's-era REO sedan. I love old, rusted, broken-down things. They have such amazing stories. Or, they would have if they could see and remember and talk anyhow. I like to wonder what exotic times and places they have seen in their long lives, before coming to rest forever in some junk yard or dump. There was a time when this old car was new and proud, with a family that liked to show it off and take it on long sunny sunday afternoon drives. But that was long ago. Much has happened since then, to the car and to the world.

I think it is still a proud thing, this old car. It alone knows what it has been through, good and bad. And it's not telling. I think that's a little bit of a Mona Lisa smile I see on it. Or perhaps a hint of a wink.