There's a ranch down in Texas where they're raising colorful cars. Raising may be too strong of an adjective though, they've been planted since the 70s and all they've grown is a coat of paint.
We passed by in search of the American Dream and couldn't help but stop. Does it get more American Dream than enjoying art by defacing it?
Looks like it's starting to collapse under its own weight. The layers of spray paint that is, not the American Dream.
The Dream's in no danger of collapse, it's too busy selling spray paint to tourists at $7.50 a can plus tax!
ATTENTION: SPRAY PAINTING OUTSIDE THE FENCE IS A FELONY! Now don't get caught and here's your change.
If it ever snowed in Texas this would be a fun place to shoot after a snowstorm but the phrase 'deadlier than Texans on ice' keeps coming to mind.
It's the American Carhenge, except that's in Nebraska. It's heartwarming to think that hundreds of years hence historians and archaeologists will be trying to piece together what sort of religious rituals occurred here and why did they require so much spray paint?
How many generations of spray paint were sacrificed to get that sort texture? May Henry Ford have mercy on their souls.
Naturally the rain followed me. Made for some ever changing light conditions, which was alternately fun and annoying. Seems to be about the only sure way of getting the place to yourself though. Just watch out for the mud.
After the rain though, that's the time to catch the caddies. 14 minutes and a lens change is all that separate those last two images but with the way the light was hitting the wet soil, it was different shooting entirely.
In case you were wondering how to find this place, just follow Graffiti Road and you can't miss it.