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Seen in the remains of a rare 1950s Renault Colorale Prairie. Seen near car garage Service Auto Fabre.
The cabin was cut off so I couldn't see what kind of original body it was.
The name 'Colorale' was made by the two words 'COLOniale' and 'ruRALE'. The car was in fact a MPV avant-la-lettre.
Besides a pick-up and a panel van was the Colorale mainly available as a 5-door estate, the Prairie, and a 3-door estate, the Savane.
Although selling figures were bad was the Prairie the most popular model. In the 1950s much seen as a taxi cab in Paris.
Production Colorale Prairie/Savane: 1950-1957.
Number seen: 1.
Saulzet (Fr.), Rue Grande Route, D2009, Aug. 8, 2015.
© 2015 Sander Toonen Amsterdam | All Rights Reserved
Every time I see this giant mass of rusting metal I'm torn between lots of different emotions.
One part of me considers this just that, an awful piece of rusting metal. Another part however appreciates its majestic presence, watching over the sea.
It's a bulky machine made for rough job, yet here portrayed with lots of delicate details.
It's ugly and dull yet beautiful and fascinating at the same time.
I guess I like it, maybe...
DIAMONDS AND RUST
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
Well I'll be damned
Here comes your ghost again
But that's not unusual
It's just that the moon is full
And you happened to call
And here I sit
Hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I'd known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall
As I remember your eyes
Were bluer than robin's eggs
My poetry was lousy you said
Where are you calling from?
A booth in the midwest
Ten years ago
I bought you some cufflinks
You brought me something
We both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust
Well you burst on the scene
Already a legend
The unwashed phenomenon
The original vagabond
You strayed into my arms
And there you stayed
Temporarily lost at sea
The Madonna was yours for free
Yes the girl on the half-shell
Would keep you unharmed
Now I see you standing
With brown leaves falling around
And snow in your hair
Now you're smiling out the window
Of that crummy hotel
Over Washington Square
Our breath comes out white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We both could have died then and there
Now you're telling me
You're not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You who are so good with words
And at keeping things vague
Because I need some of that vagueness now
It's all come back too clearly
Yes I loved you dearly
And if you're offering me diamonds and rust
I've already paid
" He sido condenada. Aquà viene tu fantasma otra vez. Pero no es algo inusual, es porque hay luna llena. Y tú me llamaste. Y aquà estoy sentada, cogida al teléfono, escuchando una voz caer en picado. Una voz que conocà hace un par de años luz. Recuerdo que tus ojos eran más azules que los de los huevos que pone un petirrojo. Y me dijiste que mi poesÃa era pésima. ¿Desde donde me estás llamando? Una cabina telefónica, en el Medio Oeste. Hace diez años ya, te compré unos botones para tu camisa. Tu me trajiste algo. Los dos sabÃamos que los recuerdos nos podrÃan traer tanto diamantes como herrumbre. Cuando irrumpiste en la escena, ya eras una leyenda. Un fenómeno sin limpiar, el vagabundo original. Te desviaste hacia mis brazos, y allà permaneciste. Temporalmente perdido en altamar. La Madonna era tu libertad. SÃ, la chica de tu otra mitad. Te mantendrÃa a salvo. Ahora te veo ahÃ, con las hojas marchitas cayendo a tu alrededor, y con nieve sobre tu pelo. Estás sonriendo en la ventana, fuera de éste horrible hotel, en Washington Square. Nuestro aliento forma una nube blanca, mezclándose y flotando en el aire. Sinceramente, para mÃ, los dos podrÃamos haber muerto hace tiempo ya. Ahora me estás diciendo que no eres un nostálgico. Dame entonces alguna palabra para justificarlo, tú, que tienes tanta labia para eso. Y haciendo que todo parezca banal, ya que necesito algo de esa banalidad ahora. Todo esto ha regresado demasiado claramente. SÃ, te querÃa con todo mi corazón, y si me estás ofreciendo diamantes y herrumbre, ya he pagado mi parte."
Dug this out of the archives from October 2012 for submission to a challenge for Rust, Rusty, Rustic.
the theme for macro monday for 9/11/17 is rust. have several possibilities-- this is the place where there used to be a bolt to hold the railing but he moved the hole. reminds me a little of a hurricane's eye but that's maybe b/c i have been watching too much Irma coverage???
I saw this walkway while shooting. I reflected the photo and now it reminds me of looking down from the top of a Ferris wheel...do you see it?
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Rusting metal frames in the old shed out back - setup with a black backdrop
Scavenger Challenge – October 2018 Assignment – Triangles
Our subject this month is "triangles." This could be a single naturally-occurring object like a piece of broken shell, or it could be something man-made like a traffic cone. It could also be something more subtle, like a beach scene in which three people form a "visual triangle" because they are standing at the points. In this case, the "triangle" should be immediately obvious to anyone looking at the photo. In other words, the three people occur as the elements of photographic (artistic) composition. The remainder of the photo should be relatively uncluttered. You want the viewer's eye to be caught by the three points.