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This old, rusting tractor sits in an area just off the road along Rt 9 north of Carrollton, Ohio. I've lost track of how many times I have passed this thing this year alone since Rt 9 is one of my favorite riding routes going south. I have no idea how old this tractor is but the emblem says "Oliver" and it has a crank starter.
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The "Picture This!" assignment for this week was Ghosts on the Landscape. When I read that assignment a week ago, this was the first thing that came to mind.
This farm implement was last licensed in 1945 but it surely is a clue as to why our US infrastructure, roads and bridges are being destroyed; well, that and the righties. I am using a McIntosh Ag Museum shot to finish a greenish series by adding rust and weeds. This certainly is a fitting title for this image. This machinery is for the ages, the iron ages! This is some kind of weird plowing implement, it must be an older iron implement and possibly horse-drawn but probably not in 1945. I see some rust on it. It had to be iron heavy in order to be able to "bite" into the soil. I ought to go again and figure out the exact function but I am close.
This June found a return to hot temperatures. Wundermaps reported 101 degrees while I was out there. Whew! The direct sun blazed across the scene. I decided that I had missed some shots at McIntosh and went out in the baking sun.
Highway #66 seemed overloaded with early summer travelers to the hills, probably not knowing summer might not arrive until July in the Rockies. They are still dumped a lot of snow into the rivers yet there are plenty of folks willing to jump in a drown.
This photo was taken in a old part of the Verkadefabriek, a cultural centre in Den Bosch. Where there are theatre, cinema and restaurants. In the past it was a cookiefactory! A beautiful place where the old and new come together.
Observed in the mountains of Colorado. The American Coleman was apparently a line of trucks built from the 1950s into the 1970s. The company was based in Littleton, Colorado.
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My last rusted amanita this year. I really like the fly agaric mushroom. But most of all, when it dries out and ＂rusts＂ in the forest, and its cap turns a coppery-orange color and deforms in a whimsical way. That’s when it’s at its most beautiful and blends perfectly with the autumn colors. I have a few photos from this year. I＇ll share them this week. Poland, Karkonosze Mountains
(Jones Brewing Series, Photo 2)
Second floor brewery equipment scene. Abandoned since December 2001.
One of the most unexpected sights for me in the ghost town of Sandon, British Columbia was a fleet of old buses and trolleys. In fact, they outnumber the remaining structures. These rusting remnants of a resident's goal to turn the town into a bona fide tourist destination now sit and await their fate - restoration and interested tourists? Or to rust amongst the ruins of the 1900's era silver mine town? Time will tell.
It always does.
The rusty chain the surrounds the Arc de Triomphe protecting the pedestrians from the traffic. Paris, France
I'd say at least 7,000 vehicles were licensed in `45 Colorado. I grabbed a tighter shot of this implement at Mac. Last licensed in 1945, it surely is a clue as to why our US infrastructure, roads and bridges have been destroyed; well, that and the righties. I am using a McIntosh Ag Museum shot to finish a rust belt series by adding more rust and weeds. There is a lot more rust to come on this. This certainly is a fitting title for this image. This machinery is for the ages, the iron ages! This is some kind of wierd plowing implement, it must be an older iron implement and possibly horse-drawn but probably not in 1945. I see some rust on it. It had to be iron heavy in order to be able to "bite" into the soil. I ought to go again and figure out the exact function but who knows. I'd surely like to see some of the implements in operation. Some parts MAY be discombobulated.
This June found a return to hot temperatures. Wundermaps reported 101 degrees while I was out there. Whew! The direct sun blazed across the scene. I decided that I had missed some shots at McIntosh and went out in the baking sun. We are still here at the end of September waiting for autumn, cool temperatures denied by Fossilized climate destruction.
Highway #66 was overloaded with early summer travelers to the hills, probably not knowing summer might not arrive until July in the Rockies. They were still dumping a lot of snow into the rivers yet there are plenty of folks willing to jump in and drown. Fine by me although social news and media seems to whine!