One of my joys in life is waking up late on a Sunday morning, filling the coffee traveler mug up, grabbing my camera case, and driving throughout the countryside around Fresno. I never have a destination. I vow every time to start marking those country streets I have already ventured through but I still haven't gotten around to being so organized. I merely pick which direction and start driving. Inevitably I hit some little Valley town, Dinuba, Kerman, Joaquin, hell there seems to be hundreds of little towns everywhere. Not too long ago while driving near Sanger, CA I came across this farmer's front yard. A dystopian graveyard for old farm machinery, several vintage road bikes have been intertwined with the front fence. Rust has long since shut their gears and cob webs speak to their stationary hell. A beautiful, if not creepy site, I had to stop and snap these photos. I hope you enjoy.
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