Lionel once lived in view of cedars and the sea. These days, he stares at broken tractor parts and rusty dog food tins. Lionel trains himself to see the deep blue in the mosquito infested wells of treadless tires. Oxidation looks close enough to gold. Through lenses not so rosy, Lionel tracks elusive beauty nesting in the confusion of wasted space.
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