
From indescribable transformation flash
such creations- Feel! and trust!
We suffer it often: flames become ash;
yet, in art: flames come from dust.
- Rilke
This is the destiny of all cars, it's only a matter of time. The museums of hate have no walls. I'm 42 and have never driven a car, probably never will, most of my good friends own vehicles, I ride in them, I'm a hypocrite, sometimes I enjoy it. I took this photograph in Creston, while walking in the woods near my friends cabin.