Day 43

My favorite shades of rust and red. Made richer over time by the desert sun, occasional rain, and mineral deposits. And, no. Those handles are not new at all. They are as old as the car. And, no. No one has been around to polish them either. What was once broken down junk remnants to someone has become treasured relics for the rest of us - reflections of our past.

©Diana Shay Diehl / JTNP Desert Queen Ranch
Looks cool printed on metallic paper. This shot graces the walls of a couple of collectors...

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