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Rusty piece of gear surrounded by greenery.
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While I’m not sure this spot bears an official title of junkyard, it does at least appear to be a yard of junk. Rusted metal and haphazardly placed tires, among many other things in disrepair dot the yard. Still, I’m always drawn to images like that, sooooo *snap snap*.
Ex PLE, ex Montour, ex Maryland and Pennsylvania and now Stewartstown SW9 #84 seen in New Freedom, Pa with a rust arrestor over the first exhaust stack. Actually both stacks were covered with 5 gal(?) cans.
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
A heavily rusted valve (?) on a disused jetty on the River Thames. There is a LOT of casually discarded stuff on the river, much of it in disused structures left to rot and collapse into the water. The Thames discharges into the sea so I daresay it's 'diluted' but just as there's a lot of sea, there's a lot of rust ! Probably not good for us (living things generally) at all.
Makes a nice picture, though.
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This Bethlehem Steel builder's plate was on the small girder bridge over Dunbar Creek, in the abandoned former Western Maryland Railway Bowest Yard. The bridge was built in 1910 when the rest of the Western Maryland's Connellsville Extension was also being constructed. I didn't know at the time, but this bridge would later be reclaimed and used in a new yard for the Southwest Pennsylvania Railroad. During the construction of that yard, this builder's plate mysteriously disappeared. I hope it is in good hands, wherever it is.
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I came across this section of old rusted pipe on a walk on the Dick & Willie Trail yesterday. Time and exposure to the elements have given it beautiful colors and textures.....
More of the old roadside barn? Here's another of the shakiest barn in the valley. I shot this on my return. The rust is trying to catch up with failing lumber. Which goes first? I have found these oldies disappearing at a shocking rate, destroyed by the advent of the valley's gravel pits, prairie castles and paving. A Global Warming special. I'm playing catch up with eDDie tk, the very Flickerite who named me MikeE. There is plenty going downhill around here north of the road from LoCo to BoCo. No hay in the barn but it holds a load of old barnage, falling roof parts and derelict fencing. Little in the way of transparent fenestration is left. It could use some windows and new roofing, this barn is barely vertical in it's status. It's days are numbered and as always, stand back! The roof is giving 'er up.
It always seemed farmers, skilled carpenters all, were plentiful around here. Here is a load of glancing sun enhancing the lumber's character and texture in the roadside view. Maybe traffic vibration is shaking it apart.
The valley is loaded with pastures and budding prairie castles. The castles show the immediate need for radical tax burden changesback to pre-Ronnie666 1950's levels. The poor can use this for Trumpandemic housing in the meantime, especially for Oklahomans who sign tomorrow's pledge. It looks like any lumber and iron is slowly turning to dust and rust.
I found a seasonably decent day while awaiting springtime in the Rockies in early summer while skies were building over the Rockies west of Longmont and south of Hygiene. Boy, the Rockies were well snow loaded early. Plenty of snow in the ski trail on Meeker but right now, the San Juans are at 2% residual snow pack. I tried again for more shots here on a recent sky and foliage day. In the meantime, I will upload another edited barn shot. There are many things everywhere along my paths on display in the Rockies but I really love old, heavily textured lumber, 'er wood.