Human artifacts discarded and left to decay in yards, driveways, and forgotten lots hold in them stories we can only imagine and imbue with our own experiences. There is a heavy nostalgia connected to those things which scaffold our memories and are now cracked, rusted, and roached. The wild brutality of the environment always overpowers the tame, controlled force of humanity. It is in those slowly crumbling scenes which I fine beauty and a harmony between mankind and nature.