Westmoreland not only has a keen eye for old cars, but also for abandoned locations that look like only a moment ago there was life, laughter, and Coca Cola. Here, someone's treasured Woody sits guarded by a flying dinosaur in pale sunlight in the vicinity of one of those lighthouses that, who knows in the past, lured merchant ships to their doom. There's a definite Cape May-ish feel about this scene, but you may think it's near San Diego, and it doesn't matter because we're probably both wrong. Present-day privateers surely appear to have collected a nice loot of weathered surfboards. Perhaps this is what surf heaven looks like...
Image reproduced on metal, ready to hang.
