I need a nice dose of rust even when I’m on vacation. This one comes with a tasty garnish of split foam and dried salt.
Tag Archive: rust
Coming or Going
This facade adorns a corner of Charlottesville’s Market Street pedestrian mall. If I recall correctly, it used to be a bank. It looks as if it was in the process of being converted to mixed retail-living space when the economic bottom dropped out. It’s got a little bit of almost everything I like. Exposed architectural…
Key to the Southwest
I’ve got nothing much to say in favor of this photograph other than I think the colors are fantastic. So I’m tossing out this palette for your enjoyment. [Update: the compression on upload has shifted some of the colors, alas. The leftmost swatch should be a really deep indigo color.]
Neglected
My favorite part of this picture is the faint “shadow” left by the missing portion of the sign.
Flaky
I feel as if if I’ve gotten out of whack in my urban-decay-rust/pretty-flower-cuteness quotient. So here’s some straight-up, old-school, fire hydrant funk for y’all.
Rattle & Moan
The sticky stuff that’s supposed to hold things together frays. The chains meant to bind tangle and rust. Neither security nor imprisonment is forever.
Open Book
Modern-day brosimancy* in action: seeking to tell the future by reading the patterns in rust. As is so often the case in legends, the oracle’s answer isn’t really much help—even when it’s clearly intended for you. *(No, Wikipedia is not failing you. I made this word up and probably got the Greek root wrong.)
Eaten
Things that are not tended will decay. Without the clockwork demands of maintenance, entropy takes hold and hastens things toward the lowest common denominator. Strong iron burns away and paving crumbles, while weeds flourish and are renewed each season. The same is true of our own habits and behaviors. It is only by making good…
Decay, Two Kinds
Husks, metallic and organic. A Year Ago: Clichéd and Unconcerned This lovely little soul was rescued bodily from the hands of irresponsible custodians… [read more]
Rain Chain
We are who we are. Life experiences can change us, we can learn, and Buddhistically speaking, there’s no real, continuous self at all, and yet—we are who we are. I could have made this picture today; the weather is miserably cold and gray and rainy again. But I didn’t. This photograph is nearly ten years…