I pass this rusted old truck on my way to and from my infusions. On the way, we are always rushing so as not to be late. I always fuss at home, I never want to go. I wait until the last possible second to put my flip flops on and get in to the car. I bring so much shit, you would think I was staying for a week. As we drive I am quiet, maybe feeling a little sorry for myself. As we drive I see a million things I want to stop and photograph, more fussing. On the way home I feel like crap, so we never stop so I can get a picture. The other day, we made a special "turn" so I could get my photo!!!
There it is......
I am so intrigued by it!!!!
I am not sure why??
There is a second one, but I like the first one better!!!
They have been there forever, I have been passing them for years.
We went past the other day, now they are gone.
It's so important to do things......and not wait for tomorrow!!!!