One Man's Junk

An old friend of the family

called

The Young Scrappers

because he had some "buried junk"

in the back forty.

He told the guys that he would help them

unearth the stuff...

if they wanted to load and haul it away.

Big Rusty Farm Eqipment.

Sounded like a job for Dad.

Back in the day...

farmers would bury their

"garbage"

on unused portions of land.

Who knows?

Maybe they still do.

A few hours later...

this was the load I saw coming up the drive.

Gnarly...weather-beaten...

rusty...

beautiful.

If I had my way...

which I won't...

I would create...something...

from this heap o' steel.

Do you see what I see?

Beautiful pieces of once working

metal...history...

without a voice.

A good year...

graduation year for me and my babe.

Pieces were scattered around my

yard as the guys

rearranged the load.

They know me well enough

to know...

certain pieces will have to stay.

An old wagon wheel

finds a new

home.

A rusty Tonka dump-truck...

added to my collection of

yard art.

It is so very true...

One man's junk truly is...

my treasure.