Old Paint

This ancient old truck was brushed, scoured and beaten upon by years of rain, sun, snow, dust. I had passed this relic for years without giving it much interest. Out for a photo-sojourn one summer evening, again passing by the discarded hulk, I became aware of the deeply saturated colors of the hood. In bright sunlight what colors remain are harsh and washed-out; but after sunset (and only with a clear sky), colors deepen and come alive.