So Saturday I took a break from the normal filming hubbub and went to my favorite yard to pick up, of all things, a courtesy light harness--the price you pay for buying a basket case 1967 Mustang Fastback.
What I noticed was that while there finding the needful things, I was also decompressing. Enjoying the scenery--I know--odd. and musing over how cool it was that such a place existed for me to go to and hunt parts. Some folks don't have that luxury.
To me there is nothing better than bopping around in a old line yard on the cusp of spring and finding both the part and some peace.