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In West Central Illinois there is a motorcycle dealership that for many years has used this old bread delivery truck as a billboard advertising the brands they are known for. The words Triumph and Moto Guzzi are still faintly visible on the rusting sides as the tall brome grass and wild morning glory attempt to regain the spot for nature. A cornfield in the background makes the perfect backdrop for the rusting billboard. Years ago I owned motorcycles from both of these famous classic marques. Both brands were filled with character and were an exceeding joy to ride but unfortunately neither was particularly reliable mechanically speaking. Finding a reliable mechanic for either brand was essential. One was willing to drive a hundred miles if necessary to access one. I always kept a Honda on hand to ride when the others were in the shop which was quite often. Dealerships like this one were kept busy keeping the devotees of these brands on the road. The Honda didn’t have much flavor. It was the vanilla ice cream of the motorcycle world but hey, it always got you there and back. Other bikers often derided me for riding a “ rice burner,” but I couldn’t help but notice that the odometer on my Honda had ten times as many miles logged on it as the more cool brands my detractors were riding. They looked really good sitting still at the parking lot of the biker bars they frequented though! To each his own.
HEADING DOWN HWY 319 NEAR Medart, Florida, there is a collection of old Ford trucks.
Rusty and overgrown with vines and grass, they are lined up neatly on the right side of the road. Anyone who knows their Fords will notice that they’re even lined up in chronological order, dating from the early 1900’s to the mid-70’s. The trucks are an unusual worse-for-wear site on the scenic byway, but their apocalyptic charm attracts more photographers than any of the natural scenery. Where did they come from?
Placed here by Pat Harvey, they had all been used on the nearby Harvey family farm. They aren’t deserted—Pat loves the old buckets of rust, and has memories to share about each and every one. Originally owned by Pat’s dad and used for parts, the trucks and the land they’re on now belong to Pat, who lined them up by year just to see what they looked like in the correct order.
Torn between junk and art, the trucks are in questionable standing. While Pat enjoys sharing his beloved vehicles, vandals do occasionally have their way with them, and the city has an ordinance regarding too many junked cars in one place—even photogenic, neatly ordered ones. So far these issues haven’t been pressing enough for Pat Harvey to take any sort of action to remove them. The community and photographers enjoy their rugged charm and appreciate the automotive display that’s not quite a collection, and not quite a wreck.
i dont know what this is or how old it is,its been in this field for a long time,buncrana county donegal
Found in the Northern Idaho panhandle - on the border with Montana. Loved the complementary colors! (Truck 6139-2)
In de haven van Helgoland zijn prachtige structuren door roest op de havenpalen door getijdewisselingen en metalen ontstaan.
In the port vanHelgoland its magnificent structures rust harbor piles caused by tidal fluctuations and metals.
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Oltre al chiavistello hanno messo anche il lucchetto. Per non far entrare o per non farlo rubare?
My texture
I am told these flowers are called "privy roses" because they were often planted near outhouses to combat odor. They are common throughout the Bear Lake Valley and have taken over at this great old house.
Thanks, Jim, for getting permission to explore this property.
Another oldie but goodie from yesteryear makes an intriguing lawn ornament on a farm outside Morrison,IL.
For Macro Mondays
"My god
It takes an ocean of trust
In the Kingdom of Rust"
Doves: youtu.be/dFM0pUn4dcA
No more trips, no more passengers, no more cities passing by the windows, just rust and loneliness, for ever.