Bus Art (enlarge)

The noonday sun beats down on the rusting ruins of machines once used to escape. They lived the promise of a better life, and died, stinking of sweat and diesel fumes. The human condition in machine form. Great social commentary, but too broad. I would like to see you focus on one subject, say the bus with the girl's picture, and use the other vehicles support.

original and good shot

Walter, 

I wish I had had more time here. I came across the place accidentally and only had about 15 minutes to shoot the scene. Several of these minutes were wasted getting me an my gear across a barbed wire fence.

A very nice original shot, Jim!