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On a late fall afternoon the near ruins of a large red barn sit in silence. If you look at different aspects of the barn itself it is like looking at a roadmap of disuse, disintegration and years of a farmer striving to keep the barn functional.
The loss of working doors and intact windows are often the first signs a barn has topped the hill of time and is on its way down. Many farmers who were the original owners of a barn blanch a couple of decades later at the skyrocketing costs of re-shingling, especially when they get estimates on wood shingles.
When stressed for money and time, covering a barn roof with metal panels is helpful for a time but soon rust and wind take their toll. When part of a roof caves in, the end of usefulness is nigh unless someone coughs up thousands of dollars to repair.
If I had to photograph a barn that mimics my own life as I near the end of my 70s, it might look a lot like this one. Most of us who are old remember the signs of deterioration we saw in our own parents. For farm boys, we had front seats especially to our father’s changes.
When I was in my early teens and unfortunate to be caught at home when my older brothers were out fooling around somewhere, my dad would yell for me when he was fixing a piece of machinery. He had an old 4-row John Deere cultivator that was attached by a long hollow 4” iron bar on each side of the tractor near the front.
He spent a considerable amount of time repairing this heavy implement and often changed the field cultivator Sweeps that broke up soil and weeds between rows. It was heavy and awkward to move.
Hence, the loud call for help that I could not ignore from the comforts of an easy chair in the house. He wanted help lifting the cultivator off the ground a foot or so to gain room to work on the lower sections. I marveled at his physical strength as he could lift a horse if he had to.
Once in a while when helping him I would act like I was lifting, grunts and all, just to see if it made any difference if I did not actually lift. It didn’t.
But, the years quickly passed and it was not long before he no longer could lift like he once did. Slowly but surely other tasks needing feats of strength ceased and by the time I realized what was happening a few years later, he walked slowly with a painful limp as he headed into the house after a short work day outside.
Today, I know clearly the physical struggles he went through even though he endured without complaint.
My wife doesn’t think I inherited that last trait.
(Photographed in Kanabec County, MN)
Clothes hanging from the ceiling, antique chairs and televisions untouched for years and a bed covered in rotting wood dust. All of this exposed to the elements through a rotting roof, this house somewhere in Ontario, Canada is literally disintegrating one day at a time.
©James Hackland
Salal (Gaualtheriqa shallon), a culturally important berry-bearing plant to the Haida people as a source of food and medicine, grows on a disintegrating mortuary pole, K'uuna Llnagaay (Skedans), Haida Gwaii, BC. A century ago, the shoreline would have contained a dense thicket of salal, seedling trees and other vegetation that we would have had to fight our way through to get into the woods, which would have been packed with with ferns, berry bushes, shrubs, and small trees. Now, the deer have destroyed everything within reach. The salal growing on this pole has survived only because it was out of reach of their rapacious appetite.
11/07/2021 www.allenfotowild.com
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A flipped urban pond reflection in which the fallen leaves provide texture and add not only a painterly quality but also a sense of disintegration to a fairly mundane image .
The series below has both flipped and unflipped reflection images.
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On 16 November 1982, the Meisho Maru No. 38, a Japanese fishing boat, ran aground on the jagged rocks at Cape Agulhas, the southern tip of Africa. Thankfully, the wreck happened close enough to the shore that the crew were all able to swim to safety.
The Meisho Maru No. 38 has slowly been disintegrating ever since. Only the bow is now visible and it is expected that in just a few years its surprising after-career as a photographic hook for visitors to southernmost South Africa will finally be over.
Needless to say, I took many shots of this evocative scene during my two-night stay in the area.
The act or process of disintegrating or the state of being disintegrated: such as the breaking down of something into small particles or into its constituent elements.
Some days just leave you feeling as if you are falling apart.
clancy warner fragile existence
(these figures made of wax, wood, and cloth mounted on a steel internal frame were designed to disintegrate, and have disintegrated, in the harsh environment of the eastern ranges)
10th palmer sculpture biennial, eastern mount lofty ranges, south australia
The edge of an old oil container which has been left for decades in the woods to rust. It's now a home for all sorts of little creatures.
For Macro Mondays "rust" theme.
Prints available via my website, www.tommilton.co.uk
Wrecked fishing boats beached on shore at Salen. Not to be confused with the Salen in my previous shot on the Ardnamurchan Peninsular, this is another settlement of the same name on the Isle of Mull, Scotland. It is on the east coast of the island, on the Sound of Mull, approximately halfway between Craignure and Tobermory.
The full name of the settlement is 'Sàilean Dubh Chaluim Chille' (the black little bay of St Columba). I’ve stopped here on a couple of occasions to look at these old boats. Every time we stop they seem to have disintegrated further. If you search other online photos you can see them with their wheel houses intact.
Tripod mounted 3 exposure hdr, pp with acr, raya pro 3, photoshop and topaz de-noise. Fuji X-T2 & 14mm f2.8 @ f16,average expo 1/4 sec ISO 200. Taken in Nov 2017.
Williamstown #4
(#1 and introduction to series: www.flickr.com/photos/tengtan/3094072785/ )
Picking up the sequence from #2: www.flickr.com/photos/tengtan/3096511429/ , a close look at the iron steps up the large storage tank from another viewpoint. I wonder how secure the structure is and how long before it disintegrates with constant exposure to the salt sea air.
Taken with the EF 50mm f/1.4 USM prime lens, once more pressed against the wire fence.
Former president Donald Trump’s latest remarks claiming that he would oversee the disintegration of the Nato alliance Saturday evening in South Carolina divided Republicans on Sunday.
Mr Trump made the remarks at a rally in Conway, South Carolina.
“If we don’t pay and we’re attacked by Russia, will you protect us?” Trump claimed to remember a Nato member-state’s leader asking him when he was president. He then claimed to have responded: “No, I would not protect you. In fact, I would encourage them to do whatever the hell they want.”
But Republicans — who are already experiencing a major split led by Mr Trump about the role of the United States as a global leader — disagreed about whether his words should warrant alarm when quizzed by The Independent.
Senator Roger Marshall of Kansas dismissed critiques of Mr Trump’s rhetoric.
The Independent
...disintegrating pitchfork on very expired Ilford HP5plus
This roll showed massive base-fog and mottling on some frames.
Other rolls from the same 50-rolls-box (I don't recall the individual storage-conditions) showed a bit less fog and no mottling.
All negatives turned out very thin.
One single long exposure. No photoedition : straight out of the camera except for contrast/crop.
Model : Andréa Doria & me
Lights : Sifu Sk
Light painting session with Marie Astrid Michel, arnozpictures, Olivier Dmz, Gia tam René Godefroid, Sifu Sk, Andréa Doria
This is a view just below Splitpoint lighthouse: terra-cotta like limestone cliff, disintegrated rocks, white foaming waves, roaring winds, fast shifting clouds - all exciting elements are there - all attest to the power of Nature - and yet there is untamed, raw beauty. The rugged limestone stack on the left is called Eagle Rock. Eagles are local to Aireys Inlet, and the head was once called Eagles Nest Point. The area is within the Eagle Rock Marine Sanctuary.
Beyond the horizon is Bass Strait.
What was fiberglass insulation now hangs down from ceiling beams, moist with mold and natural decay, as the building surrounding it slowly succumbs to nature's unfriendly march of time on the afternoon of January 29th, 2022, in Meadowview, VA.
Death Valley is an area of both creation and disintegration. Over time, new formations are created while the forces of nature slowly erode those that exist into oblivion. Returning to Death Valley after over a year’s hiatus, I was curious to see the conditions of the mud crack playas. While the most famed mud crack playa was a far cry from its peak glory days, this other playa section that I had visited thanks to David was still in pretty good shape.
On our first morning into the desert, Aaron kept going back and forth on where to shoot for sunrise. Watching the satellite intently we were trying to see if the incoming cloud front would arrive before sunrise. After much debate we ultimately decided on these mud cracks over going to the dunes. Looking out the window, the sky appeared to have some clouds: thin but seemingly enough to fill the sky.
Ultimately it was a solid decision even though the main hunk of clouds was still further to the west as the clouds that did arrive provided a pleasantly colorful sunrise. Although the mud cracks are not as deep and fresh-looking as my previous visit, the patterns were still vivid and varied. Trying multiple compositions I ended up liking this scene with a bit of concentric circles.
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Inspired by uncontrollable things and losing yourself.
It feels good to create something really meaningful again. I feel like for awhile I wasn't creating with much emotional input as I did in the past, so it feels great to feel familiar and connected with my work again. I hope I can really start improving on this as an artist, and that it will start to translate through my work more clearly.
Honestly, this is best viewed large :)
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