December 5th, 2009; 9:26 AM
I was driving through Amarillo, Texas, on the homeward bound portion of my 6000 mile cross country trip, when out of the corner of my eye I saw what looked like a line of cars buried in a field. It immediately flashed through my mind what it was... I had no idea I was near Cadillac Ranch. I'd always wanted to see it so I took the next exit and headed back down old Route 66 to this artistic icon.... well... junk to some, art to others.
It was very cold with a slight breeze, but I didn't care. I spent nearly an hour roaming around taking shots and looking for a spray can with something left in it. You see, Graffiti is encouraged here. One time all the cars were painted pink for breast cancer awareness. All the spray cans were used up (when they transplanted the cars to the new area they transplanted some of the spray cans too.) but someone did leave behind a big Sharpie Marker... Yes. I left my mark behind with the knowledge it would more than likely be covered within a week or so, as all the others are. That's part of the art.
If you're unfamiliar with the history of this place, look it up.