An old Thunderbird sleeps in dead grass and overgrowth. Out of commission, missing its tires, mostly forgotten. Bent out of shape sitting at the entrance of an alley. There is a beauty and sadness to it that I can't ignore - the setting of a quiet and empty street in an old town. Dilapidated buildings and weeds growing in the cracks of the sidewalk. Me, alone with my camera, as usual. I related to the scene. This is the first image of a much broader idea and a culmination of everything I've been looking to capture these last few months.