I found this rusty T-Rex near a rock shop off Route 140 outside Yosemite. (You can see the tumble down rock shop in the background.) I was looking for a nice rock for Julian, who is into rocks these days with all the passion that an-almost-eight-year-old can have.
A T-Rex in real life would be fierce to meet, but I think this one is more forlorn. He’s sitting in the weeds, rusting, abandoned, waiting for his Dorothy to come along to oil him and help him realize his inner heart.