For the second pic I reprocessed the photo, cranked the color all the way down. And then using the selection tool I replaced all of the windshield with the previous pic. Resulting in what you see here.
The old pickup truck stood rustin’
In a wash below the knoll,
Into the sand, her frame was adjustin’;
Long hard years had taken their toll.
Grass now grew from her floor boards.
Rust had cankered this old ride.
Mice had nested in her seat in hordes;
An’ she had gone an’ lost her pride.
She was robbed of any useful part…
The paint that was once bright an’ red,
Had made her look sassy an’ smart,
Was pink; showin’ of rust instead.
She had lost her tires an’ her wheels.
Her drive shaft…it was also gone
The engine was plagued with ills
She was done an’ wouldn’t be movin’ on.
Once was; the best money could buy;
A truck that was her owner’s pride;
Now she was left in a wash to lie…
Abandoned on the day she died.
THE OLD PICKUP TRUCK BELOW THE KNOLL by Dusty Boots