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Old truck wedged into a small landscaped space in an upscale home and garden shop in Cambria, California.
I've no idea what this was originally. For those of you who know the area it's just off St. Annes pier - that bit that stands further out on the beach on its own - I just poked my camera inside and shot upwards, hoping for the best...
I have heard that dispensing sand was an activity in this part of the complex. That doesn't help me understand what goes where, and when. I assume that the basic function of this array is to start and stop electric motors.
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Finding treasures in old farm ditches.
Mystery car.
Wanderings about part of my neighbor's land who used to be our farm before it was split off many many years ago.
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)
I found a box of rusted nails, so i though to give it a shot using my Macro lens 100mm. I hope you like it .. Thank you for your comments on the above picture.
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.
TSBY GP35 2648 sits in the deadline at the GLC shop in Owosso, Mi. Stored or not, this is one sweet looking locomotive.
Here is one of my favourite photos of Rusty. This time last year our days were filled with IV paraphernalia and oodles of love. At the same time, Tessa lived (unhappily) somewhere up north and Sole wasn't even a twinkle in his father's eye yet.
Everything changes, aye, and who ever knew rust could be so beautiful?
Rust looks even more beautiful on black.
Ballard, WA
* For Interestingness Group: As of 11/13, this was listed as #2 or so for the day it was uploaded. :)
just got back from a lovely few days in northumberland, and yes I know there is some wonderful scenery....there are also some great boatyards and rust !!