The sight of an old abandoned building or vehicle leaves me wondering about it's story. Once this rusty old car was new, bright and shiny. Likely it was some young man's pride and joy. He might have courted his favorite girl in it, and later they might have taken their children for afternoon drives. Now it sits here in a rural field, the prairie winds skipping dust devils through it's empty windows, stirring its secret memories. How I wish it could tell its story! I can't wait to see the rusty wonders you all bring to the challenge this week!