A hood ornament with my old camera in a junk yard north of Spokane. I loved the variation of color in the hood.

I wandered around that junkyard for sometime. It had a lot of inspiration for texture work. I always love abandoned cars and houses. It reminds me of where I grew up. There were old farm houses everywhere.

A friend of mine and I carefully crossed the collapsed floor of one such house miles away from anywhere. In one far side of a room was a table and chair. On the table was an old corroded pistol and a jar of empty bullets. There was a book about the county I grew up in called "Bloody Williamson". I never read it, but it was supposed to be about the days of prohibition and how the mob from Chicago brewed all the alcohol in the backwoods where I grew up. Evidence of it was everywhere. It always seemed like when prohibition was repealed they must have just dropped everything and left. At that same house a boat was still tied to the pier in a small pond. It sank the minute my friend touched it. I have no idea how it managed to stay afloat all that time. It was a bizarre and memorable moment.

These cars reminded me of even older ones abandoned in a field near my house back then. The way they were left made them ideal for playing through chase scenes for hours. Imagining shooting out the glass that was already gone.....I'll stop now, I could go on for hours. : ) ah childhood...