Forgotten Wheels

Scattered across forgotten fields, old deserted vehicles stand as quiet witnesses to time’s passage. Rusted and worn, their peeling paint and weathered frames speak of journeys once taken, of burdens carried through narrow village roads and bustling markets. Now, abandoned amid tall grass and wildflowers, they seem frozen between past and present—symbols of resilience and decay.

There is a certain nostalgia in their stillness, a whisper of old hands gripping the handlebars, of voices calling out over the rattle of the engine. The loneliness of their abandonment is softened by the warmth of memory, by the stories they still seem to hold. They evoke a quiet melancholy, yet also a strange beauty—reminders that even in stillness, history lingers, waiting to be seen.