As I passed a carnival graveyard, along the highway in Tennessee, the question of "what really happens to that which we no longer have use for?" came to mind. When the shiny and new has lost it's luster and we no longer have use for the frivolous the burden to adapt to our entitled folly is very often placed on nature's shoulders, seen here as the vines make their way along the limbs of this abandoned farris wheel. How long will this last until we've thrown the balance too far off?