I went on a miniature photography adventure recently to a scrap metal junkyard. The weather was warm and the ambiance was serene, quiet. Old cars, trucks, and farming equipment lay silently around me, beautiful and rusted; each with it’s own story, secretly hiding the memories of their former life. Some like to go on hikes, being surrounded by nature but I found this adventure to be more charming in a way. The big metal bones lay as a reminder of my human heritage. I walked around in the warm sun leaning against these old bones picked dry by time, imagining what stories are locked away within these old beasts.