Pickups in the Pines
Fall 2020
Gray tree frogs are croaking. Ospreys call overhead.
By chance, searching for my dog who vanished into the woods, I stumble on these old trucks and the truth that nothing lasts. Deep in the pine forest of Severn Wharf near Achilles, off the west coast of Virginia's Chesapeake Bay, this graveyard of Ford trucks is covered by needles. There is a "flathead" V8 Ford F-1 from 1948. Its shiny blue paint is rusted and flaking. These pickups in the pines once took open road trips across America's cities, but now spiders build cities inside them.
My philosopher brother Scott said that death is an old junk automobile...
in the end, children play on you.
[ Series of pickups in the pines is below. ]
By chance, searching for my dog who vanished into the woods, I stumble on these old trucks and the truth that nothing lasts. Deep in the pine forest of Severn Wharf near Achilles, off the west coast of Virginia's Chesapeake Bay, this graveyard of Ford trucks is covered by needles. There is a "flathead" V8 Ford F-1 from 1948. Its shiny blue paint is rusted and flaking. These pickups in the pines once took open road trips across America's cities, but now spiders build cities inside them.
My philosopher brother Scott said that death is an old junk automobile...
in the end, children play on you.
[ Series of pickups in the pines is below. ]
Photographed with a Leica Q2 camera, tripod, ISO 50, exposures from 6 seconds to 1second, apertures from f/4 to f/9.1.
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