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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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  1. Wildlife Art by SylFebruary 4, 2014 at 2:11 PM

    I prefer to see more than the mud and rust..life is full of that stuff..let's let imagination take over...

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    1. Missy AFebruary 4, 2014 at 7:11 PM

      Me too, however there is such an intrinsic beauty in the lacey patterns that form on the surface of rusted things.

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  2. sewsavyFebruary 5, 2014 at 7:28 PM

    Funny, at first look, I saw the potential for a planter, inside and under the wheels. That could resolve some of the mud issue too. That just how I see things. You describe it in such a prosaic way. It feels peaceful.

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    1. Missy AFebruary 7, 2014 at 2:06 PM

      What a great thought, Marlene, especially if it were planted with a water-loving crop. However, being a semi-arid region where the photo was actually shot, it will soo be dry as a bone.

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