Burned Out accidents, Art, Beauty, Burned Out, Burned Out Car, Celebration, Celebrity Culture, Conceptual Art, Conflict, Found Art, Leisure time, Uncategorized Burned OutA burned out car.Some see wreckage.Others watch their property prices dive.A crime indicator.Token of low prosperity.You view wonder, amusement and beauty through curiosity,Last Saturday, the day after the November 5th celebrations, Guy Fawkes, long gone. His effigy burned a thousand times across the country.Morning walk, dog in tow.Smouldering still, the remnants of last night’s bomb fire. Old mattress spring frames, plastic tubings.The debris of revelry.Thread the trail to the railings, dislodged and left aside, the local authorities role to resurrect. Ease of unloading, rubbish bearing to the waste land of firework frolics.Moving adjacent, the shattering of a windscreen, glass fragments engulfing the threshold to the park. Later the Echo tells of the bombardment of a Police squad car in the vicinity.Then you see it, tucked away beside the former Shanks Bar. Artistry, small but beautifully burned out car. Positioned in glory, in simplicity, but most of all: an object of curiosity.So why do you find burned out cars so amazing?Firsty, you question the make and model of the vehicle. You look for a badge, an embedded symbol to mark its identity. Scanning the vehicle: two door, four door, open boot of an escort or compact as the size of smaller models.Next, you look inside, how are the seats positioned, stretched back or pulled forward to accommodate back seat passengers. Is the hand brake on, what gear is it in and what do the indicators tell us?Pearing internally, you glimpse at how the vehicle was manufactured. Upholstery reduced to ashes and side panels diminished. The internal structure of the car can be viewed before the layers of comfort and aesthetics were added to the functional framework shell.Penultimately, you look for signs of how the blaze went up. Petrol poured all around, the bonnet or the interior of the car. Done at haste or with the calmness of experience?Finally, you contemplate the saga behind what has happened. Joy riders or local yobs procuring a street parked vehicle. An insurance job perhaps, worn out by the road and time to cash in with a claim.As others scorn, vandalism brandishing the airwaves, you take out your camera. While taking photos, others join, groups laden with smart phones capturing images of the discovery.The curiosity of a burned out car!