Rust in a Field of Mud

I have been snapping pictures for as long as I can remember.  I have albums documenting vacations, holidays and the ordinary stuff that makes up our days, not to mention all of the photos that clutter and slow down my computer.  Note to self:  get an external hard drive.

Rusted exquisiteness 

The past few years, though, I have been taken by the not-so-lovely, the grit that encompasses; abandoned industrial sites with broken-out windows, graffiti scrawled across the face of a store front or discarded farm equipment in a mud-caked field.  There are stories behind the decay of crumbling edifices.  At one point in time, these objects were pristine, without a mark or scratch.  What happened between then and now?

set in a field of mud

I love this picture of an old truck-bed-turned-trailer, now abandoned in an earthy, water-logged field.  The pale robin egg blue, a very delicate shouting-of-spring color, is a sharp contrast to the reddish-brown rust that is devouring the carrier-of-stuff.  Did it haul manure or feed or small animals, firewood or just trash to the dump?  Maybe it was used for more romantic endeavors like hayrides in the fall.  The mind could certainly wander with past possibilities.

In the trailer, the discarded grit of living, I see character and exquisite beauty, tales waiting to be exposed and declared.  Are you focusing on the rust?

There’s more than rust and mud ~ Missy

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