This is not the post I was going to write.
Earlier this week I drove up to Prince George, the major metropolis of 80 000 inhabitants 120km north of here, with the Colinator. We had to wait around town for a couple of hours, and so drove out to his in-laws for lunch. The Väliahos, who hail from Finland, live on a beautiful 5 acre smallholding complete with sheep, a lagoon, a true Finnish sauna (pronounced /sau̇-nə/ and not /sônə/ like we would in English), and vibrant, picturesque flower boxes and pots.
It was awash with amazing photo opportunities. And then, as I wandered outside, snapping the aforementioned subjects, I found wrecked car after wrecked car – apparently hauled onto the property by their son, who keeps threatening to restore them. And that is where this blog post morphed completely.
Although the naturally-beautiful subjects called out to be photographed, and would probably have elicited oohs and ahs of approval from my readers, I was drawn to the beauty found in the wrecks. I know Mrs Väliaho sees them as an abomination, worthy only of the scrapheap, but I thought they were delightful in their decrepitude. How about I just shut up now and let the photos speak for themselves?
I still plan on doing a more comprehensive post on old, retired vehicles here in Quesnel, BC, where this scene is so typical. For now, however, I hope you enjoyed this appetizer, and were able to smile nostalgically at the beauty found in these beat-up, retired relics.