magic_fella
From the Driver Seat
I am back in the Lamont junkyard today. I am not thinking the usual "oh my: once they were new" thoughts...or the "this is where we put stuff we're done with" thoughts.
I am thinking about how lovely junk can be, sitting quietly away in a yard as it waits for the wrecking ball.
I'm thinking about the textures of rust and the colors metal assumes once it has been sitting in the elements for a number of years. There's this fragile beauty to it, I think.
How about the patina that happens on metal after it has rubbed up against oxygen for too long?
It's kinda cool in a "so this is what happens when stuff gets replaced or worn out" way.
From the Driver Seat
I am back in the Lamont junkyard today. I am not thinking the usual "oh my: once they were new" thoughts...or the "this is where we put stuff we're done with" thoughts.
I am thinking about how lovely junk can be, sitting quietly away in a yard as it waits for the wrecking ball.
I'm thinking about the textures of rust and the colors metal assumes once it has been sitting in the elements for a number of years. There's this fragile beauty to it, I think.
How about the patina that happens on metal after it has rubbed up against oxygen for too long?
It's kinda cool in a "so this is what happens when stuff gets replaced or worn out" way.