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I tried my hands at painting, I was no good. My sister's got that talent. But I wouldn't give up, I knew there was an artist in me and finally I found the one way in which I could draw upon those artistic instincts. I find photography a means of self-expression. Its so much more than just words... and I prefer it that way.
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1st April
Avon Valley Railway is a heritage railway which runs along a 3 mile stretch of the Bristol - Bath cycle track.
Volunteers (with a lot more patience than I'd ever have) restore steam trains in their spare time, and during the school holidays they operate rides up and down the track.
Here's one of the engines in it's pre restored state. Wire wool anyone?
This is what was left in the fire...
:We didn't start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No we didn't light it
But we tried to fight it:
Matthew 6:19 says, "Don't store up treasures here on earth, where they can be eaten by moths and get rusty, and where thieves break in and steal." This cast iron pan has rust on the outside--of course, we could treat it, so it wouldn't, but then that wouldn't make for a good photo opp. Though I love this pan--and the aebleskivers Jim makes using it--it's not one of my most prized possessions. But I do wonder, where are my treasures? And would my actions actually match my answer?
The rusted anchor looked really nice...and of-course by increasing the contrast the rust colors came out fantastic...
The objective was simple. Find rust wherever it's hiding, and SHOOT IT!
This Rust Machinery was on the Rugby Field (The Football Field doubles as a Rugby Field too). It's old and abandoned and full of rust. BANG! BANG!! BANG!!!
so there's been a development. the backhoe's days are numbered. neighbors have complained to the town.
Rust roest is a Dutch expression which means ´idleness rusts the mind´. Literally translated it would be: rest rusts.
In Peso da Régua (Portugal) I noticed some old trains behind the train station. I asked if I were allowed to walk there (in The Netherlands it is strictly forbidden to walk across the rails. The people in the train station laughed, didn´t understand why I was asking that (no problem) and didn´t seem to understand why I wanted to do that anyway.
I was fascinated by those old trains, that seemed to have been here for ages. Grass growing in the engines, rust and flaking paint. Rust roest, literally.
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Amazing how the sea is making the gears and the bearings fuse together into a smooth piece of metal. I came across it near Beachy Head on the English southcoast.
We found this on the beach one day. It is just an iron rod with some washers and a nut but the exposure to the sea water had rusted it. All the spaces between the washers were filled with rocks.
The red berries just to the right of the big rock at the bottom of the photo are wintergreen berries and taste just like the gum.
Montreal QC - a rusted old train car sits abandoned in a city lot in the rosemont industrial area. April 2010.
taken on a Canon F-1 slr w/ 50mm FD f1.8 lens + polarizer. Fuji Neopan 400 black & white film.
Another shot of the machine rusting away. This time from the opposite side showing the conveyor belt.
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