FENCES HEIGHTEN my curiosity. It is the unknown, the wondering what lies behind the barrier, the sense of mystery that intrigues me.
Yes, I read Nancy Drew and The Hardy Boys growing up with mysteries still my preferred genre.
In the above image, solid panels block the view of junked vehicles at Hubers Auto Parts west of Faribault.
Junkyards, as they were once commonly called, aren’t particularly pretty places. Heck, they aren’t really pretty at all unless you view the contents therein as art or in the context of recycling.
Through the years, these places have attempted to change their bad boy image. Auto parts sounds so much nicer than junkyard, although junkyard possesses a certain romantic ring.
Still, even words cannot diminish the visuals of crushed cars, cracked windshields, smashed doors and the reality that many of these vehicles arrived here with some tragic story.
© Copyright 2014 Audrey Kletscher Helbling