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Across the road from this rusting garage, shines the bright Christmas lights of the Jack & Jill Preschool. On opposite sides of a sleepy highway, new and lost life stare each other down. If I were an attendee of that structure on schoolday mornings, I can tell you I'd be haunted. That was my nature as a child, to drift through the motions of speaking when spoken to, hoping for enough space to stare off into silence. If there was something brokedown or beat-up, some elderly neighbor or tumbledown home, I was more interested in that than any brand new excitement. I could never overcome the ever-present passion of wide-awake rot, rust never sleeps. So I go steeply into history, every footfall further from the road is like climbing a mountain of the past. Sometimes, I spin around suddenly, half-expecting that time has turned back behind me. All along the roads of my derelict county, there are pockets where clocks have stopped, and the world no longer changes its mind...
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.
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.
While I’m not sure this spot bears an official title of junkyard, it does at least appear to be a yard of junk. Rusted metal and haphazardly placed tires, among many other things in disrepair dot the yard. Still, I’m always drawn to images like that, sooooo *snap snap*.
Ah yes,
The debate,
What is art?
Wabi sabi says,
Rust is art.
Whether cubist,
Or impressionist,
Who's to say,
This is not art?
I like it.