First of two:
A closer look at the fine old door and the wonderful wood…
When I was 8 years old and living in Brooklyn, this shiny new car rode right past me, and I have been looking for her ever since. I almost fell off my motorcycle when I found my lost love in a tiny rural town in Colorado. It was as if she never left, and we were together again. In that spirit of romance I leave my reflected image in her shiny chrome. We are one!