[wrap=left:i6jxbp8y][thumb small=http://www.shmax.com/img/misc/small/Forgotten3z.jpg large=http://www.shmax.com/img/misc/large/Forgotten3z.jpg group=potd:i6jxbp8y]An Entropical Getaway[/thumb:i6jxbp8y][/wrap:i6jxbp8y]Where do old Transformers go to die? Apparently they wind up half-buried in Hellscream333's backyard, doing mortal battle with snails and miraculously evading the lawnmower. This photo was nestled among the numerous other reference shots up on his photobucket account--an earthy contrast to the otherwise sea of stark-white sterility--and impels us to consider the transience of our own existence, and, more importantly, reminds us that even the sometimes tedious task of photo-documenting our beloved toys for shmax.com can afford the occasional moment for quiet artistic reflection. While it's true that this photo wouldn't score any points for the
upcoming photo contest (white backgrounds only, please), it scores big points for the great cosmic contest of the soul. Excuse me, I suddenly need to go lie down in a dark room...
