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Well, not really rusted, I'm just getting into processing like this, I even got to be in this one and it works, (well I think it does) you can see my reflection.
Today there's a postal strike.
I ordered a particular type of wire I needed on Tuesday and of course it hasn't arrived.
I'm stuck with out it.
So I'm sharing ,with you, part of my series of rust photographs.
No don't thank me.
Tonight we have been invited to a party at The Bog.
Remember it's that bleak place.
Here is the itinerary
6.00 tent pitching You are booked into the ensuite bedroom
(I'm not stupid)
7.00 walk and whimberry pick
8.30 barbecue
9.30 circus skills
Please pray for me from 9.30 onwards.
«Perspective Rust» by © SMb Photographe - Sandra Mb Photography 2015
Serie of Old Door in Provence
Volonne - Alpes de Haute Provence
Here's a pic of English, Welsh and Scottish Railway (now DB Schenker) Class 66 locomotive 66092.
As you will see it's simply rusting away!
Two hundred and fifty of these locomotives were ordered by EWS and built by General Motors Electro-Motive Division (EMD) in London, Ontario, Canada.
Shipped to Britain in mid-1998, the final locomotive entered traffic just two years later, in mid-2000.
Bokeh Thursday: Rust...on our Clematis trellis... just one lone bloom left - wish there had been more.
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.
it's that time of year...tired of wet, looking for colors.
finally got a weekend of sun and went out to take some pictures in the yard...standing water, rust, grit...abstracty things...
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!!!