starting over
Last weekend, my oldest son help me move thousands of pounds of old concrete and brick rubble to the front of our house, so it could be hauled away. I'd been saving a lot of the concrete for the past few years in the hopes of using it around the yard (flagstones, stacking for raised beds) but I decided there was just too much of it. I kept a lot of good stuff, like the most colorful or mossy bricks, salt and pepper granite, and river rock. A lot of the bricks, I'll use in my rust garden. They make for an exceptionally warm backdrop on pictures when I'm shooting wide open. Some of the other stuff, I'll probably end up giving away.
My youngest son has decided he doesn't want to play baseball anymore (he plays guitar for hours a day) so the backyard is "mine" again, I'm going to redo the rust garden.
Years ago, another neighbor was getting rid of this charcoal grill but I took it off his hands, to improvise it as a container. Hens, chickens and other succulents. I got ferns to grow out of the bottom. My son and I tried to move it and discovered the legs had finally rusted out where they attach to the grill :-(
The old tire's gone now. We fished it out of Freshwater Bay on the Olympic Peninsula, years ago. My son rolled it down the beach so we could bring it home, he sweetly insisted it should be in the rust garden (I've turned my kids into environmental stewards and packrats). I decided it was time for it to go. My wife's a sweetheart about all the rusty crap me and the boys bring home and if that's going to continue, I have to periodically show some selectivity in my curation.
The park bench is the one my youngest and I brought home last fall. It's gotta go. The rusty thing with hearts in the wings is a dorky butterfly chair that I'm not that fond of. You can't even sit in the dumb thing, it hurts your body!
The mangy patch of ground is where a huge rabbit we named Claude sits around all night eating and getting fat, but that's my fault for planting white dutch clover, rabbits' favorite food. I'll come home and Claude will be sitting there eating, he'll refuse to move. Even though he's a mangy rabbit, I like wildlife so I tolerate him. I think he lives under our shed, which I don't like.
starting over
Last weekend, my oldest son help me move thousands of pounds of old concrete and brick rubble to the front of our house, so it could be hauled away. I'd been saving a lot of the concrete for the past few years in the hopes of using it around the yard (flagstones, stacking for raised beds) but I decided there was just too much of it. I kept a lot of good stuff, like the most colorful or mossy bricks, salt and pepper granite, and river rock. A lot of the bricks, I'll use in my rust garden. They make for an exceptionally warm backdrop on pictures when I'm shooting wide open. Some of the other stuff, I'll probably end up giving away.
My youngest son has decided he doesn't want to play baseball anymore (he plays guitar for hours a day) so the backyard is "mine" again, I'm going to redo the rust garden.
Years ago, another neighbor was getting rid of this charcoal grill but I took it off his hands, to improvise it as a container. Hens, chickens and other succulents. I got ferns to grow out of the bottom. My son and I tried to move it and discovered the legs had finally rusted out where they attach to the grill :-(
The old tire's gone now. We fished it out of Freshwater Bay on the Olympic Peninsula, years ago. My son rolled it down the beach so we could bring it home, he sweetly insisted it should be in the rust garden (I've turned my kids into environmental stewards and packrats). I decided it was time for it to go. My wife's a sweetheart about all the rusty crap me and the boys bring home and if that's going to continue, I have to periodically show some selectivity in my curation.
The park bench is the one my youngest and I brought home last fall. It's gotta go. The rusty thing with hearts in the wings is a dorky butterfly chair that I'm not that fond of. You can't even sit in the dumb thing, it hurts your body!
The mangy patch of ground is where a huge rabbit we named Claude sits around all night eating and getting fat, but that's my fault for planting white dutch clover, rabbits' favorite food. I'll come home and Claude will be sitting there eating, he'll refuse to move. Even though he's a mangy rabbit, I like wildlife so I tolerate him. I think he lives under our shed, which I don't like.