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Poipu, Kauai, Hawaii. Singh-Ray Color Enhancing Polarizer. Processed in On1 Photo 10 (Texturizer and Vignette filters).
I have found my personal rust paradise, only about 45 min from me. acres of old cars and trucks untouched for decades. It was a scrap yard years ago, but even the wrecks are awesome. I was overwhelmed walking the place, it would take a solid month just to see it all. much less Photograph. so...anytime I want to shoot old cars. I got that covered.
A rusty fence hook along with some cobwebs.
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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.
Rusty piece of gear surrounded by greenery.
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I have found my personal rust paradise, only about 45 min from me. acres of old cars and trucks untouched for decades. It was a scrap yard years ago, but even the wrecks are awesome. I was overwhelmed walking the place, it would take a solid month just to see it all. much less Photograph. so...anytime I want to shoot old cars. I got that covered.
Carrie Furnace - abandoned ironworks
National Historic Landmark
Carrie Furnace is a former blast furnace located along the Monongahela River in the industrial town of Rankin near Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. It had formed a part of the Homestead Steel Works. The Carrie Furnaces were built in the 1880s and they operated until 1982.
During its peak, the site produced 1000 to 1250 tons of iron per day. All that is left of the site are furnaces #6 and #7, which operated from 1907 - 1978.
In 1898 Carrie Furnamce was purchased by Andrew Carnegie and incorporated into U.S. Steel in 1901. In 2005 it was purchased by Allegheny County. In 2006 the two remaining furnaces were designated as a National Historic Landmark.
This looks like it could represent a tough spot in someone's life where a negative situation had taken a grip and won't let go.
Or, for us more concrete thinkers...it's a cool pic of a rusted coil :)
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**OOC note**
Part of the experience of the following series will be listening along to linked music if you so desire. So you know how I feel as I'm hashing out the story ;)
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Rule 14. Always carry a change of underwear*
The sickness is spreading, the infected lurk around aimlessly looking for fresh water and plants. Flit and Dylain can hear them coughing above ground, sometimes scratching at the door. They seam to be everywhere surrounding the bunker and blocking their escape.
The girls in no way want to come into contact with the pandemic as they've experience it before - and let me tell you, they call it rust mouf for a reason - Flit shudders at the memories.
Thankfully they are currently well stocked and safe down below eating twonkies and watching golden girls reruns on an old tele and vcr Flit has rigged up.
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*Pop culture reference ZombieLand
An awesome old International truck, quietly resting in a field near the gallows at Bannack Ghost Town. This truck has a proud look, even in it's sad state of repair. A great subject for HDR
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)