My ex-almost-husband’s (we were smart enough NOT to get married) parents had a Volkswagen graveyard behind their house. Seriously, there were at least five VW bugs lining the back 40, rusting their way into oblivion. It made no sense to me, but then again, neither did anything else his family did.
My point (yes, I have one!) is that this photo brought back memories of The Family I Didn’t Join. So thanks for reminding me that I *do* have an ounce or two of sense in this thick skull of mine.
That’s too funny. I feel like a therapist now. Glad I could help you. 😉
Ha! If you ever want to rebrand yourself, you could go with Veronica’s Therapeutic Photography. Curative camera creations. 😀
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