My father-in-law has what you might call an en plein air tractor shop (or graveyard, depending on your point of view). Yesterday, in the low-angled sun of early evening, the rusting tractors seemed to speak of nostalgia for a disappearing way of life and, at the same time, to take on a new and different life through their wonderful colours, textures and shapes.
Tags: photography, tractors, unexpected art, Vancouver Island
July 30, 2012 at 2:58 pm |
Nice reportage
July 30, 2012 at 7:57 pm |
Thanks
July 30, 2012 at 5:18 pm |
Beautiful photos. No haiku?
July 30, 2012 at 7:57 pm |
Thanks! I half composed some haiku as I walked around the tractors, listening to the intermittent click of broom grass pods popping in the heat, but didn’t finish any… May happen yet…
July 30, 2012 at 7:20 pm |
Love the art of rust. It is so unexpected each time!
July 30, 2012 at 7:53 pm |
I agree! The contradiction of finding beauty in something that shouldn’t be beautiful seems to add to the appeal.
July 31, 2012 at 10:25 am
You are so right!
August 23, 2012 at 6:49 am |
what wonderful photos, I love the effects of weathering and rust
Juliet
http://craftygreenpoet.blogspot.com
August 23, 2012 at 9:40 am |
Thanks, Juliet!
December 10, 2012 at 11:09 pm |
I’ve just discovered your blog – it’s fun to see what makes you tick, and inspires you. Great pictures!
December 10, 2012 at 11:24 pm |
Thanks!