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Across the road from this rusting garage, shines the bright Christmas lights of the Jack & Jill Preschool. On opposite sides of a sleepy highway, new and lost life stare each other down. If I were an attendee of that structure on schoolday mornings, I can tell you I'd be haunted. That was my nature as a child, to drift through the motions of speaking when spoken to, hoping for enough space to stare off into silence. If there was something brokedown or beat-up, some elderly neighbor or tumbledown home, I was more interested in that than any brand new excitement. I could never overcome the ever-present passion of wide-awake rot, rust never sleeps. So I go steeply into history, every footfall further from the road is like climbing a mountain of the past. Sometimes, I spin around suddenly, half-expecting that time has turned back behind me. All along the roads of my derelict county, there are pockets where clocks have stopped, and the world no longer changes its mind...
Why rust? Well, rust is cool. I mean, look at it this way. Metal tends to be pretty tough stuff. You can smash it, bend it, reshape it, fire it, freeze it, generally abuse it in a number of different ways. But if you really want to destroy it with minimal effort, just leave it alone for a while outdoors in a moist environment. In time, it will break down.
Rust never sleeps, this wire cage I thought made for a great repetition shot that if you look closely you can see the rust flake and come closer to claiming another inanimate victim.
Last December I was standing on the far end of a long train platform I rarely use as the afternoon sunlight raked across old steel plates that had been placed there many years ago, probably as a "temporary" repair. It was chilly and a stiff breeze would blow past every now and then as I looked out across the rails waiting for the train to pull in. That afternoon sun felt good on my face, even in its end of year weakened state, and it gave me another gift - it brought those steel plates, and their layers of rust, to life.
Way back in 1979 Neil Young released an incredible album titled, "Rust Never Sleeps" and I found this bit about the meaning of that title on thrasherswheat.org and connected with it...
"Some consider the term to be a metaphor for artistic vitality. In other words, by staying the same, one is vulnerable to the corrosive effects of aging and obsolescence. By moving forward and innovating, one can try and stay ahead of the relentless onslaught of time, remain vital and "rust free.'"
Detail on a diamond cutout drawing on a Gouger Street artistic pillar.
Taken with iPhone 4S.
Day 14 of 365 Days in Colour - Rust.
My second roll of analog film. Taken October 26th.
Camera: Konica T4 (metered with phone app :S)
Lens: Hexanon AR 50mm f/1.7 (@ f2.8)
Film: [135-24] Kodak Ultramax 400
Scanner: Fujifilm Frontier SP-3000
Developing: Fujifilm LP 5700 (no push/pull)
Adjustments made in Capture One:
White Balance: 5000 (as scanned)
Tint: 0
Color Editor
Overall Hue +5
Exposure: 0
Contrast: +10
Brightness: -10
Saturation: 0
Highlight: 0
Shadow: 0
White: +10
Black: -30
Shadow Level: 0
Midtone Level: 0
Highlight Level: 255 (default)
(otherwise all left as recieved from the local lab)
Inside the old corrugated iron arched barn. There was something compelling about it and I switched to monochrome for the inside. The noise was incredible - only a light wind, but it was enough to make the loose, broken sheets of corrugated metal grown and rattle and bang constantly. Quite eerie actually, would be a spooky place at nice between its abandoned nature and the noise of the broken metal panels banging and creaking. Would be a great location for a low budget horror film!