There are many wild bunnies living in my neighborhood, and this one likes to rest under my blue spruce tree in the backyard. He be chillin.
As if in eternal rest, a pastel shell of a car sits in a Colorado junkyard with a seemingly endless field behind it. Perhaps this beauty looks so comfortable because it came from the open plains, where it carried a happy and loving family on many adventures. Its work long since completed, it sits and reflects, aging with grace and beauty.