I like to photograph dilapidated things...
A and I were driving around on Easter Saturday in his hometown, just so I could take some photos.
In addition to taking pictures of pretty flowers (and thanks for the compliments on that, ya'll!) I also like to take pics of things that are completely run down. Rusty. Almost destroyed.
So as A drove by this I said: "Um, I saw something back there. You're going back that way, right?"
To which he asked what about, and I mentioned the rusty old truck that was sitting on the side of the road in the middle of town.
And I could tell he thought that was a little, well, strange. My husband loves me, weirdness and all.
My cousin and I discussed this by email a while back. She's a fan of plantation/antebellum/old homes, and put it this way (paraphrasing) that the ones that were unfinished, or really run down, always seemed to tell more of a story.
And I think that's right. The rusted, dilapidated, worn-out, breaking-down - it all seems to tell a story. In the case of a home, lives lived in its walls, complete with an ending - either of abandonment, destruction, or something else. In the case of this car - roads traveled, places seen. Maybe it was someone's reliable transportation for this vehicle's lifetime - to work, to and from a honeymoon, to the hospital for the birth of a child.
Or maybe it's late, and I just think too much.