Scrap Book 15

I happened upon this decrepit car while frisbee golfing in Seneca Park, Gaithersburg, MD.  It is almost entirely covered in rust, and the leather on the seats has completely disappeared, along with the items on the dashboard and so forth.  However, the engine remains, fully present, and again, totally decrepit.  I actually found the car because my frisbee actually went into the engine compartment, as the hood has slid partly off the front, as you may be able to tell.  Yes, it was a horrible throw.  Anyways, that's how I found the car.  As far as art goes, I would not consider the car, at least in its present state, to be a work of art.  Perhaps at one time, newly manufactured in some long forgotten year, the car was truly a thing of beauty, and the craftsmanship could have been held above mere functionality, and it could have been art.  But now it has endured countless years of oxidation, and though a fascinating specimen, that might truly "take us away" in our wondering about what it used to be, and how it came to be there.  But as far as I know, this car that I found was not the manifestation of any creative process.  I think maybe the very photograph could be considered art, but not the car itself.  Rather than a process of creation, it is the manifestation of neglect and decay.  I could certainly see it in a historical museum, but not an art museum.