It was the end of a beautiful autumn day on our trip along Route 66. Our photo group stopped – serendipitously, as happens often enough on a relaxed photo tour - at a cluster of rusting cars that sat slumbering between the empty old highway and busy Interstate-40.

In the few minutes we had to make our photographs, the magic light of the dying sun painted the old cars with a golden light, which brought each of them back to life for us.