View allAll Photos Tagged rusting
Rust Monster
Though it is known by many names among many tongues, it is most commonly referred to as the rust monster. It does not kill its victims out of savage ferocity, but rather as a means to an end. The large bug-like creatures are rather dull; however, many have learned that it is far easier to a feed upon the savory metal weapons and armor of a deceased victim rather than to waste energy fighting them. Perhaps if this aspiring Knight-errant had kept his wits about him, he would have realized his great fortune that he was fallen upon by only a young specimen.
A trip on the way to Portland Bill , An old World War 2 gun emplacement rotting away and being took over by nature
This was shot for the rust challenge this week...I am definitely rusty at getting out and shooting. This is an example of caring my Coolpix A with me everywhere.
Rust on the mounting bracket of an outdoor basketball hoop. Taken for the Macro Mondays theme of Rust. A high dynamic range image.
Though rust is probably welcomed nowhere, it has its beauty. Different shades and crumbling paint can make a picture.
The rust foreshadows the inevitable future of the rails in St. Thomas. Once the incredibly busy, productive hub of rail commerce in Southern Ontario, there is little here to connect us any longer, and, I feel, the situation will grow bleaker, faster.
I am hesitant to complain to the city council about this hand-rail.
It not only has this patch of rust, but the post just out of the
picture actually has separated from the ground and hangs in mid-air.
I am afraid they'll just remove the (very useful) steps the hand-rail
is on.
Fuji 200 film that expired in mid-2002, shot in Olympus 35DC.
quietly rusting away, steel is but a temporary state, it comes from the earth and to the earth it will return
Abandoned Holden FC Ute near Castlemaine, Victoria
Click here for greater impact - View On Black
3 shot HDR tone mapped in Photomatix and enhanced in CS3
Rust
Unexplained,
the old shed stands
in the middle of nowhere,
surrounded by bog and marsh,
with swooping, twittering swallows,
and a snipe drumming in the distance.
The collapsing walls
present an array of earth tones,
a masterpiece of rust and corrosion.
Textured by decay,
the corrugations stripe their canvas
with colour and form,
composition perfected
by the exact positioning of nut and bolt,
and the irregular piercings
of ultimate decrepitude.
Within,
the wooden joists
are a man-trap for the unwary,
damply dissolving into green rot,
lit fleetingly by glimmerings of sky.
Take any piece, cut the metal free
from its surroundings,
a few inches square perhaps,
or a foot or two,
or three metres by four,
find fractal-fashioned patterns:
abstract art fit for a trendy gallery:
a far cry from snagged sheep’s wool,
the calling curlew
and the blowing rush.
Runner-up in Quantum Leap’s 5x5 Competition 2010
