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This was a rusting tractor lying in a farm land on the road side near Theur (near Pune)... i could not stop myself from taking its picture.. and the moment i saw it.. i knew it was going to be an HDR.. so processed it in photomatrix.... just single raw file tone mapping!!
An old car sits in a snowy forest, rotting and rusting away. I wonder what its story would be.
Lens: Tokina 11-16mm f/2.8
Focal Length: 11 mm
Exposure: 1/2000 sec at f/2.8
ISO: 200
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Or a rust creature of some kind... found this in the Florida Keys when driving around with Ben looking for photo ops. The second story of a two-story-single-room apartment structure had burned itself hollow.
What this thing was originally, I have no clue.
I was on the fence about posting this pic. It's interesting, but so busy that there isn't a strong focus.
Rusted truck, shiny mirror.
Best viewed at the original size.
Not my truck, by the way.
Just near my house.
Leica C2 Zoom, Fuji Superia Extra 400. The extra weird over saturated colors is due to mishap when I scanned it. I liked it, so I kept it.
A piece of rust on the fence by Hobson's Conduit. I particularly like the flaking visible on the rust in this shot, it shows how the oxidation can pull away at layer after layer of metal, slowly undermining the entire structure.
Dressed in a crinkly dark brown reclaimed leather coat, my name is Rust. I’m made for you to tell your stories, share your secrets, deepest loves, passions and little sketches on life.
To open my thick worn cover flap is to reveal my cover design, a silver ox plated brass stamping cut-out oval frame measuring 44 x 30mm, which has been hand antiqued & stitched with linen thread. Inside the little hollow you can peak through to a snippet of my first page.
I am filled with 80 sheets (160 pages) of heavy weight drawing paper which has been hand-torn and tea-stained for an olde worldly appearance. You’ll find my pages are suitable for drawing, painting, sketching & writing. I begin with a tiny resized, reprinted antique envelope that was sent from Italy to Christchurch in 1895. The stamps have a rusty orange hue which is echoed in my archival linen thread with which I am hand bound.
Measuring 3 x 4 ¼ inches, I’m an adorable little journal ready for a home.