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Bokeh Thursday: Rust...on our Clematis trellis... just one lone bloom left - wish there had been more.
there was no padlock, but it was rusted so much it wouldnt open.. i wonder what mysteries it holds behind it
Macro photo of dried hydrangea flowers and an old, rusted galvanized pail in the garden, early morning light.
"I love you, little maid,"
Said the Sunbeam to the Shade,
As all day long she shrank away before him;
But at twilight, ere he died,
She was weeping at his side;
And he felt her tresses softly trailing o'er him.
- John. B. Tabb, 1899
Pattern: Rusted Root
My gauge was very tight, which was perfect since I was between sizes. I love the feel of the fabric in the tighter weave, here it is 22.5 stitches over 10 cm.
Take away your paper & pen Stacks of money and your foolish grin And go
Get me off the backwards ride Take away your greedy way and go See the woman standing at the door World gone by ... Again and again Pushed on... Pushed on World gone by
Take away your companies Take away your societies and go Take away your fictitious books of fact See the woman standing in the door World gone by ... Again and again See the blisters growing on your feet Pushed on ... Pushed on World gone by
I wouldn’t want to be Living in a world of ecstasy with you
Wasted arms; wasted legs Wrapped round this machine Military machine
I wouldn’t want to be Living in a world of ecstasy with you
Taken’ away your companies Takin’ away your societies and go. Get me off this backwards ride, Takin’ away your ficticious books of fact. Yeah, do mum-ba-si-be-ah
The objective was simple. Find rust wherever it's hiding, and SHOOT IT!
This old, broken and rusty bench was just there in open space. Poor thing didn't even try to hide. BANG! BANG!! BANG!!!