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‘Reimaginings’ are square-cropped images taken of marks, weathered paint, and rust seen by me in the urban environment which appeal to me as abstract shapes and forms. Some of these photographs are segments of faded and much repainted and over-painted graffiti surfaces, paint spills and general
weathering.
Here's the link to my 'Reimaginings' album: flic.kr/s/aHBqjAiXfh
A photograph eased into the quiet breath of oil paint, where rust softens into warm pigment and the truck’s battered frame settles like memory onto canvas. The blended tones move with the patience of a brush working wet‑on‑wet, as if the old hauler were being remembered rather than recorded. It stands in the hush of its own history, carrying the last light of the road it once knew.
I was desperate to get out of the house on Sunday morning. The weather forecast was awful. Apparently four inches of rain had already fallen on much of the UK in the last 24 hours, and it was still pouring. I didn't care. I wanted fresh air: sea air. I was going no matter what. Two hours driving, 120 miles in the dark, through the rain. To make things worse, by the time I arrived it was gusting 40 mph winds too. Not alot but enough to make it even more unpleasant. I sat in the car for a while wondering what I could do. Eventually I steeled myself and decided to confront the weather. It wasn't nice outside and i plodded along the beach to the other end until I reached this old water outflow to the sea. I stood behind it for half an hour, to try to get some shelter, although the rain was blowing over my head. Eventually I turned my camera towards it to capture the wonderful rust, wet with rain. Behind is St Cwyfan's, the Church in the Sea. I didn't stay until the sea had completely surrounded it.
This photo was taken in Båstnäs, Sweden. This is a car graveyard where cars have been decaying for centuries in the middle of the woods. This is a heaven for a photographer. Here you can see hundreds of old, rusty cars piled on top of each other with old moss growing all over the place and trees both surrounding and penetrating the cars.
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The Car -- This is a Plymouth Cranbrook. It was made from 1951 - 1953. I believe this to be a 1951 model but I could be wrong. It sits on a levelled pad at the corner of the road and a driveway, displaying the owner's street address where the license plate once rested.
The Title -- "Rust Never Sleeps" is an album by Neil Young, released in 1979. Neil Young's music was the soundtrack to my teenage years and beyond. This title is like a poem all on its own, with so much meaning tied up in just three words.
Another one ticked off my bucket list: the wrecked Plassey on Inis Oirr. I'm sure I'll be coming back here later on with more gear to shoot it again.
This is a photo of rust blisters and streaming rust stains on the side of a metal tank. I love their rather alien and marine quality.
Abandoned diesel locomotive rusting away in an industrial wasteland
While Midjourney is generally good in making anything that looks rotten or decayed, heavily rusted stuff may require many tries until you get the desired result.
This image was composed while hiking in the Big Morongo Canyon Preserve in Southern California. The typical hiker - new to the canyon - will be shocked to see this rusted-out car sitting there, in the middle of wild and forbidding terrain.
A local newspaper once profiled the sight, describing a poor post-war Ford lying in the canyon. "Unfortunately it has seen better days. Not only was it pushed off the cliff above, a huge rock fell on it, every piece of trim has been stripped off, and it was used for target practice."
An interesting human element on a walk in wild nature.
I wandered up over the brow of a gravelly track, not realising it was a front drive. The white haired woman (Fiona McTaggerty Taggert, without beards) met me as she stepped out of her elderly Hyundai. She explained the rusty old truck was her son's. He's now 50 if she remembers rightly and he bought it to do up one day. Somehow that day seems to have slipped by and his dreams of a restored old truck lie rotting away in an out of sight quarry behind the Tioram cafe. She explained some vandals got to it and smashed it up. I imagine it was pristine before that