A few years ago while scavenging my local salvage yard, I spotted this beauty awaiting it's fate. To some, this old Ford may just be another heep in the yard, but I recognized it as a lost treasure of American history. Sure, I may not have always thought how I do now, about the beauty of old iron relics that have been laid to rest in many salvage yards across the country, but finding this rusted and weathered truck got me thinking. I wondered about how many years I have been just been passing by history, and what I must have failed to appreciate when I was younger, and less knowing. Seeing this truck now, in its finial glory, waiting to be recycled into some inanimate object, I heard it calling to me, asking to be remembered. It was begging me, “Please Don’t Forget Me! Please don’t forget the work I have done and the foundations I helped to build”. It was a mere chance that I just happened to stumble across this truck, to which I was able to capture this picture, and forever immortalize this beauty in its final days.