Austin, Part 2: Rust Never Sleeps

'Tis the season for all things new and Black Friday-ish. Ish is right. Give me old, worn-in, and/or rusty. I'm happier with that.















In the heart of the East Side (the supposed and oft-dreaded "other side of the tracks") behind a fancy, dazzling fence, there lies a fascinating, puzzling RV graveyard.






























And, adjacent to this building...




















...there lies a huge tin can graveyard...















...with very, very old cans...















...seriously old...















...just rusting away. why?