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More rust for the dust. In the background can be seen the historic Claybank brick works, now a national historic site.
Claybank, Saskatchewan
August 2016
From the bumper guards, light fixtures and mirror placements, this looks to be around 1958 Anglia, but I am not sure. I am sure that it is rusty, and in bad shape.
Image - Copyright 2023 Alan Vernon
If you were to arrive at Truro by water - this is the view that would greet you . Taken from one of The Enterprise Boats boat tours from Trelissick Gardens you can see this pile opposite the Sunny Corner area .
an old engine in telford, rusting away. it reminds me of optimus prime from Transformers....... rusting away because he has no more energon cubes left
my 3 year old son saw this picture and commented "the choo choo train looks sad" which I suppose rusting away there, it kind of does look sad.......
DJI Mini 3
Troy may barely qualify as a rust belt city geographically, but it certainly does historically. I wanted to frame two of Troy's coolest late 19th century buildings together- the Gasholder building in the foreground, and the distant "Fortress of Shoddy" in the background.
26/365 pictures in 2019
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Garage rusting away in Thompson Springs, Utah. The town was once an important stop along the old Denver and Rio Grande, Western Railroad but Thompson Springs has been suffering a slow death over the last few decades. In 2010 39 people lived in Thompson Springs but most have now moved away leaving sad, empty homes decaying all over town and long abandoned store fronts filled with ghosts line its main drag. Thompson Springs seems destined to share the same fate as the nearby ghost towns of Sego and Cisco. Grand County, Utah
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Surrounded by towering trees and out of control weeds, a sagging barn lives out its days in a quiet regalness unappreciated by almost everyone that briefly considers it.
Someone with sharp vision might spot an old pickup rusting away beside it. Some farmer took a last trip to the side of a barn where with a lingering turn of the key it died and the driver’s door shut for a final time.
There’s a good chance hardly anyone is still around for whom either the barn or pickup was something they relied on daily to run and maintain the farm and livestock.
Tools, machinery and farm buildings have a finite life. Equipment that once brightly reflected the sun when a farmer had it delivered to the farm for the first time, soon is replaced by larger, faster and more expensive machinery and the former eventually sits in the grove gathering rust.
Many of us who were once strong, young farms kids with bronzed skin, muscled arms and a full head of unruly hair have grown old too. All around us in a busy world we are reminded both of our former youth and our present age.
If we are fortunate in our dwindling years, we have a ‘pickup’ near us, one that understands the battles of aging as well as we do. I was reminded this week of the privilege it is to live a long life with someone you chose decades ago to walk life’s journey with on this planet.
I watched as a doctor gently rotated my wife’s arms seeking to diagnose debilitating pain she has been experiencing the last couple of weeks. He was looking at her as she is now but as he dealt with her, my mind wandered to a strong young woman holding our first born, of countless nights she slept little as she tended to our growing family, of thousands of loads of washing she did and way too many meals over the years prepared for our family and frequent guests.
I’m pretty much mirroring the condition of this barn and pickup now but am as content as I ever have been knowing I have a companion who walks with me as together we go through the rest of our rusting years.
(Photographed by Isanti, MN)
Nij Stoatenziel, doe bist mien end en mien begun,
Doe bist mien moan, en doe bist ook mien zun.
En bie leeg woater spaigelt Dollerd zich in t sliek,
Nij Stoatenziel, doar wil ik strunen achter diek, oh joa,
Nij Stoatenziel, doar wil ik strunen achter diek.
Vlak achter Drijbörg, in mien mooie polderlaand,
Ligstoe te dreumen in die gruine diekenraand.
En in november zai k de ganzen in heur vlucht,
Ze schrieven dien noam tegen de strakke blauwe lucht, oh joa,
Ze schrieven dien noam tegen de strakke blauwe lucht.
Nij Stoatenziel, veur wel de rust en roemte wil,
Doar stait het tij en sums de tied nog even stil.
En bie leeg woater spaigelt Dollerd zich in t sliek,
Nij Stoatenziel, doar wil ik strunen achter diek, oh joa,
Nij Stoatenziel, doar wil ik strunen achter diek.
Nij Stoatenziel... Nij Stoatenziel,
Nij Stoatenziel... Nij Stoatenziel.
Ede Staal
Read more: muzikum.eu/nl/123-1948-31321/ede-staal/nij-stoatenziel-so...
Old truck wedged into a small landscaped space in an upscale home and garden shop in Cambria, California.
Print Contest Entry
Subject: Rust
Award: 1st Place
PSA Open Category Entry 4/2020
This is part of a horse sculpture in the Harris Sculpture Garden on the campus of North Central Michigan College in Petoskey, Michigan.
The sculpture is called "J-bolt and The Ghost Rider" by Dixie Jewett.
This is a sketch I did for Rust BC back in 1991. I'm headed back to Washington DC, today, for an exhibition titled Pump Me Up: D.C. Subculture of the 1908s
More info here: www.corcoran.org/exhibitions/pump-me-dc-subculture-1980s
I'll be showing two sketchbooks from the mid-80s along with several of my old MCA crew mates. Should be fun times...
During my drive through some back roads of Iowa, I came across a collection of rusted farm equipment.
It was interesting to walk among them.
J'ai pris cette lame de couteau bien rouillée en fragrant délit alors qu'elle voulait se faire passer pour une feuille parmi celles du Bambou Bouddha de mon jardin. Difficile pour elle, vue sa taille, sa rigidité et les couleurs qu'elle propose. Enfin bref, elle a dû se faire plaisir un temps soit peu. #Macro #MacroMondays #Rust
Rivets and Rust. © Copyright 2012 G Dan Mitchell – all rights reserved.
Detail of weathered and distressed steel structure on the Steel Bridge, Portland, Oregon.
I made this photograph at about the same time as another one that I posted recently — it also featured a close-up view of the weathered structure of an old steel bridge with rivets, colorful stains, and lots of weathering.
Whether the specific location is all that important is debatable, but I made the photograph on the “Steel Bridge” (that’s actually its name), over the Willamette River in Portland, Oregon. This is an old and quite busy structure, and it is full of fascinating little vignettes.
G Dan Mitchell is a California photographer and visual opportunist. His book, “California’s Fall Color: A Photographer’s Guide to Autumn in the Sierra” is available from Heyday Books and Amazon.
Explored - #94 on Thursday, August 20, 2009
An old piece of farm equipment from the Altamont Fair near Albany, NY.
3 shot handheld HDR (-2, 0, +2 EV) tonemapped in Photomatix and postprocessed in the GIMP.
Edro III Cyprus
The Sierra Leone-flagged EDRO III ran aground off Pegeia on 8 December 2011 in heavy seas, during a voyage to Rhodes, from Limassol, Cyprus with a cargo of plasterboard. At the time of the accident, the ship had nine crew members - seven Albanians and two Egyptians. The crew were rescued and airlifted to the safety of Paphos by a local British Military helicopter.
The EDRO III weighs about 2,345 tons and is over 80 meters in length. According to Cyprus Marine Environment Protection Association CMEPA, the ship is empty of all cargo and fuel oil and rests on the sea rocks at an 11-12 degree angle. Embarking on the ship is no longer permitted as it is dangerous. Together with Germany's CIMEXTA Vessel Salvage Company, the task of safe removal of all diesel, hydrocarbons and marine pollutants onboard the vessel, and to watertight the hull was awarded to a Cypriot marine salvage company.