Last weekend as I drove the backroads between covered bridges, I had amazing luck as a photographer. Several times, I turned onto a side street or into a parking lot to reprogram my GPS or to check out something that caught my eye. Each time, I found something photoworthy. This old logging truck overgrown with brush was no exception.
It’s been here a long time. When I enlarged the image, I could see the license plate expired in 1995.
What were you doing in 1995? I was in my first job after graduate school. My wife and I were together but not yet married. That year we went to Montreal on vacation.