Shortly after I moved to Nashville and became part of the Brentwood Photography Group, I began to hear about and see photos from Old Car City in White, Georgia. I wondered about it. And then this past Saturday I was one of a dozen club members who spent a cold, blustery day exploring 34 acres of more than 4,000 old cars. I dressed warmly (I am from the north) and began to make my way around the trees. It wasn't long until I realized I was alone and could not see another person. For a moment or two, I wondered if I would be able to find my way back to the entrance. Soon, it didn't matter as I saw possible photos in every direction. I made more than 250 images.

After a while, I began to consider that these old cars had become derelicts. And Old Car City had become an entertainment destination rather than a salvage yard. They no longer sell used parts. Some cars looked like they could be somebody's restoration project. But they will just continue to rust away in northern Georgia. Part of me was disappointed that among the memories there was no hope for renewal. Don't get me wrong. I had fun. I have some great images, I think. But it was quite different from appreciating gleaming, rebuilt old cars. In the end, I felt different emotions than when I attend a car show. Do you see it in this photo?