On a recent weekend in Massachusetts’s Berkshire County I spent some time hiking in the hills. I rediscovered an abandoned Hippy bus from the 60s that had sunk into the ground a foot or so since its demise. The engine had long since been removed and most of the windows either smashed or boarded up. It’s rusting green paint and fading words still remain. A surprising lack of graffiti but abundance of empty beer bottles and cans. Devoid of life, it nicely mirrored the yet to blossom trees as well as the roads and houses waiting to be populated with vacationing families and tourists.
