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A shackle on the Hatston Slip, Kirkwall that has seen better days. Looking over to Kirkwall from the Hatston Slip, wind gusting over 40kts. Managed to park the car at an angle to give me the shelter for this 10second exposure. Really nice light today pity about the wind though:) Why have they removed the Note function from this new Flickr? i liked to point things out in my pics.
Rust Monster
Though it is known by many names among many tongues, it is most commonly referred to as the rust monster. It does not kill its victims out of savage ferocity, but rather as a means to an end. The large bug-like creatures are rather dull; however, many have learned that it is far easier to a feed upon the savory metal weapons and armor of a deceased victim rather than to waste energy fighting them. Perhaps if this aspiring Knight-errant had kept his wits about him, he would have realized his great fortune that he was fallen upon by only a young specimen.
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My morning commute takes me along the canal path for a while. It's a nice little walk, with the occasional narrow boat, water fowl and rusted bits of metal propped up against walls like this.
These are the finds of local magnet fisherfolk who seem to enjoy trawling the depths of the local waterways in search of treasure. What they tend to find are old stolen bikes, bits of old machinery and the odd Sainsbury's trolley. I've even seen a moped resurrected from its water grave last year.
I love rusty old things though, and I've been wanting to take a photo of this old bit of metal for a few days - it's just been too dark when I've walked past. The days are getting longer now and there was a nice light this morning, so here it is.
Rust
Unexplained,
the old shed stands
in the middle of nowhere,
surrounded by bog and marsh,
with swooping, twittering swallows,
and a snipe drumming in the distance.
The collapsing walls
present an array of earth tones,
a masterpiece of rust and corrosion.
Textured by decay,
the corrugations stripe their canvas
with colour and form,
composition perfected
by the exact positioning of nut and bolt,
and the irregular piercings
of ultimate decrepitude.
Within,
the wooden joists
are a man-trap for the unwary,
damply dissolving into green rot,
lit fleetingly by glimmerings of sky.
Take any piece, cut the metal free
from its surroundings,
a few inches square perhaps,
or a foot or two,
or three metres by four,
find fractal-fashioned patterns:
abstract art fit for a trendy gallery:
a far cry from snagged sheep’s wool,
the calling curlew
and the blowing rush.
Runner-up in Quantum Leap’s 5x5 Competition 2010
