Madrid, New Mexico - 1929 Oakland, Madrid Old Coal Town Museum
This car, to me, is out of time, out of place. I see things and know that they are not where they belong. Maybe in the physical sense they are in the present, but it is not their proper time. I am beginning to think that cars are like that. They are alive in one era and non-existent in another. They become empty shells, sitting forgotten, rusting away or torn apart, until nothing remains. Yes, there are those preserved in museums or an individual's garage. But regardless of their immaculate appearance, their souls are gone. They are only memories of a bygone dream. We need to close our eyes and release them to another realm.
