Earlier in the summer I headed down to Wyoming in the old station wagon to join my mom for an archeological dig. Seemed that wasn’t where the wagon wanted to be considering by the end of the first day I’d only made it to Butte, Montana, and the entire rear right axle had sheared itself to bits after it’s bearing exploded. I spent the next 6 nights living out of a Motel 6, with the wagon parked illegally next door, sitting on cinder blocks while I walked too and from town each day with new parts for it. I met many of the towns people, helping a few out with some odd jobs, but all of them asking for their pictures not to be taken. So instead of capturing them I went to taking pictures of the town, and all the other broken down vehicles that scattered themselves along the old streets I walked, with owners not as persistent in their revival. Maybe one day they’ll be picked up again, and get back on the roads they used to roam.
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