View allAll Photos Tagged Rust
This looks like it could represent a tough spot in someone's life where a negative situation had taken a grip and won't let go.
Or, for us more concrete thinkers...it's a cool pic of a rusted coil :)
Grazers zorgen er namelijk voor dat de variatie
weer terugkomt in het landschap, omdat ze dan
eens hier en dan eens daar grazen. En dat is juist
wat de natuurorganisaties graag willen: variatie
in plant– en diersoorten, in natte en droge en
open en dichte stukken.
Ondanks hun vervaarlijke
uiterlijk zijn Schotse hooglanders lobbesen
die u geen strobreed in de weg zullen leggen.
Laat ze echter met rust, ook dat lieve kleine
kalfje. Júist dat kalfje, want zo ongeveer het
enige waar je een Hooglander boos mee kunt
krijgen, is je met haar kroost bemoeien.
FOTO'S GEMAAKT OP VERANTWOORDE AFSTAND.
Schinveldse bossen
FREE Nature beheert in opdracht van Natuurmonumenten sinds januari 2010 de kudde Schotse hooglanders.
I’m sure many people have discovered this technique, but it was new to me when I stumbled on to it while building the rusted out fence for my District 9 vig and I thought I would put it out there, along with some ways in which it might be used. The bigger pic in the lower right shows the two types of connections used to make everything here.
It really can do some amazing things, but I should warn you that it does stretch the link clips out slightly, but they are made from a more malleable plastic than standard bricks, and push back into shape very easily.
Pentax MX, Asahi Opt. SMC Pentax-M 40mm f/2.8, Kodak Portra 160
Negative scanned using Fujifilm X-T5 with Fujinon XF 60mm f/2.4 Macro. Processed with Analogue Toolbox for Capture One.
Retaining bolt on one of several mine train trestles of the Ballard & Thompson Railroad, a spur from the Denver and Rio Grande Western built by the founders of the town to transport the coal. Sego Ghost Town, Sego Canyon, Grand County, Utah. More photos of Sego Ghost Town to come soon...
Full album: pskrzypczynski.blogspot.com/2017/03/rust-in-peace.html
Visit and follow my site on facebook: facebook.com/pesfoto
A close up look at the textures around a gate hinge exposed to the Lancashire countryside. Sun-bleached wood, mold and the rusted orange-brown patina of metalwork that has survived out in the elements for decades without any protective paintwork.
Repainted and repurposed: a remediated outbuilding for a former service station.
Trailhead Community Park of East Decatur Greenway
Decatur (Winnona Park), Georgia, USA.
14 January 2020.
****************
▶ Photo by Yours For Good Fermentables.com.
▶ For a larger image, type 'L' (without the quotation marks).
— Follow on Twitter: @Cizauskas.
— Follow on Facebook: YoursForGoodFermentables.
— Follow on Instagram: @tcizauskas.
▶ Camera: Olympus OM-D E-M10 II.
— Lens: Olympus M.14-42mm F3.5-5.6 II R.
— Olympus WCON-P-01 Wide Converter (11 mm focal length).
— Edit: Photoshop Elements 15.
▶ Commercial use requires explicit permission, as per Creative Commons.
Claustrophobic inducing buildings stair-stepping into the distance. Although there are tons of people in the surrounding offices, you almost get a sense of emptiness standing on a rooftop looking at the quiet structures reaching up into the sky
Rusty piece of gear surrounded by greenery.
If you like my work click the "Follow" button on Flickr.
Other places to see my work rumimume.blogspot.ca/, Google+ google+, twitter
I really like the fly agaric mushroom. But most of all, when it dries out and "rusts" in the forest, and its cap turns a coppery-orange color and deforms in a whimsical way. That’s when it’s at its most beautiful and blends perfectly with the autumn colors. I have a few photos from this year. I'll share them this week. Poland, Karkonosze Mountains
I have found my personal rust paradise, only about 45 min from me. acres of old cars and trucks untouched for decades. It was a scrap yard years ago, but even the wrecks are awesome. I was overwhelmed walking the place, it would take a solid month just to see it all. much less Photograph. so...anytime I want to shoot old cars. I got that covered.
October Rust
by Patricia A Boudreau
Lost in silence, sitting here
remembering
the first gold-green of early spring.
So sweet the breeze,
so soft the days of misty bliss,
of memories.
The birth of total trust.
Into the heat, of summer's sun,
the sands of time strewn on a beach
that held the moon so long,
eternity held out a hand
to all who fell
under the spell
of silvery star dust.
But dreamers waken,
broken spells lie dashed
like fragile shells,
the souls they held now vanished,
the bits and pieces fall
then call upon a wintry wind
that swirls to fate's slow waltz,
and dance alone in moonlight
now stained October rust.