The Maine junk yard was littered with old – from buckets filled with rainwater to stacked red tins to a weathered truck from the last century.
Just inside an open building, this scene captured me – with the warmth of golden sunlight splashed along the walls. Decades of dust hovered over the cart with its rusty metal wheels and white, hand-drawn number still clearly visible over the fading red paint.
A smaller tool – rubber wheel, leather strap, angled wood with stripes of browns and oranges – sits on top. Also rusty. Also speckled with dust. Also telling the story of tools long out of use whose life of service we can only guess.