As we were traveling this summer, I was looking for an old red truck that had been left in a field to become part of the landscape. I saw a painting once and really liked how it was true to life. Old trucks have been around for a long time and rural farmers don't want to get rid of that old truck in case they can always use one of the parts. That was the case with my Uncle Rufus who left an old car sitting on the side of my grandmother's yard for years. It was an late 1940's model and I played in that car and pretended that I was driving. That is how I learn to shift gears at the age of 8. Outside of Arbingdon, Virginia We came across this red truck that the vines and Mother Earth decided to make part of the landscape. It was in a pasture and several donkeys were in the background grazing. This was not the image I had. The vines and brushes were consuming the truck. I am still in search of that perfect springtime pastoral picture of an Red old truck in an open field with tall grass growing around it.
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