Where Old Cars Go To Die

Sometimes, I find the ugly to be beautiful - I like to see things that are banged up, rusting, and abandoned in pieces and left to rot in the sun.  Weeds growing up around an old rusty chassis are as attractive to me as a slick showroom model car.  Patterns can emerge from chaos and if they don't emerge, the absence of pattern can be a pattern in itself.  I like the squealing sound of train wheels, the sound of breaking glass, and the clanking of chains over cross ties.  I like the smell of creosote in the morning.  

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.