I find myself really at peace in junk yards, (insert joke here) all that money, status, innovation..junk! . The bones are scavenged for scraps and recycled into new hopes and dreams. In addition to all that apocalyptic imagery, when I am walking through the rows or vehicles and catch sight of another digger I freak out for a second and think it's a marauder and scramble to hide my water and gas. Crushed up cars make for great textures and shine. Here is my latest.