I discovered a rig-scrapping yard in Parkdale the other day by chance, when I decided to follow a black cat. For some reason, black cats have a bad reputation in superstitious folklore, but my auspicious encounter with this dark feline led me to something I loved - a post-apocalyptic playground...

There was something oddly moving about these massive metal husks; during our visit alone, 2 large rig cabs were dragged off to their doom.

Having (re-)watched Transformers the previous day, some of the vehicles seemed eerily familiar...

I am told that the 'jeans-look' was very popular for automobile interiors in the 70s...

I would have gladly stayed in this incredible space well into the night, but I could see that my companion was getting tired...

After showing a few of these snaps to a friend of mine (a truck-enthusiast), he perfectly articulated the odd feeling that I had throughout my entire visit: that even though these trucks, which had traveled so much for so many years, have ended up in this mechanical boneyard, their journey's not over yet. Instead, they'll move on from this garden of decay into automotive afterlives. Reincarnated through recycling, these old parts will make new wholes.

(To see the entire photo series from my visit, as well as high-res versions of those shown above, please take a look at my flickr slide-show below.)