Happened across this truck at an old farm house I’ve shot a few times, though I’ve never wandered back to investigate any more of the hidden gems. Should have. An old Chevy truck sat where the last person drove it, left it, in my mind a momentary moment. Keys in the ignition, windows down. I love moments frozen in history as to be continued any time.
Everything has a story. Where its been, what it holds, the duration of its existence. This store sits in the middle of nowhere small town Indiana, inside the store sits an old woman who could probably tell you everything about everyone in that town.
Learning is listening, watching, loving & caring. Looking in the eyes and seeing the heart. Feeling the despair in a simple touch of a chilled hand. The warmth of the soul and gentle kindness through laughter.
Shot in the middle of somewhere on a back road knowing my heart is a machine.