I remember a time you didn't want things to rust..Now, I spend time looking for rusty things.
Because of my crafting..my art.
So while in Arizona, being "out there"....{as in far out there..which is not to be mistaken with "far out" as in "Far out, man.."..which is showing my age..}
Which I never said. You know.. 'Far out, man'..kind of a hippy-dippy sort of thing to say.
I was never a hippy. I was a Mommy at that time. Not that I'd want to be a hippy..well maybe a little. Guess it not too late..I could be a hippy-dippy-Grandma....
Yeah...Far out, man..
Anyway, the rust. I thought it's be easy..after all, this was wide open country. The elements and all. Desert. Wind. Heat..wait, what's missing?
Moisture.. oh yeah, gotta have moisture to produce really great rust. Not that I'm any kind of scientist or anything..but I think it needs to be sort of wet-ish to get rust. Must be some kind of chemical-reaction-recipe or something..
So, finding rusted-stuff was not as easy as I thought it was. I looked and looked.
Found some pretty neat rocks. A piece of wood or 2..but not so much rust.
Gerri's neighbor, Gilbert, a personable Mexican man, a philosopher who likes an early morning beer and classical music,
knows I love to take what some folks have called, "weird" photos..
{after my last visit, he spotted a cactus growing right up a mesquite tree and took me to see and photograph it).....let me have full reign to his junk-pile on the back of his property.
So I did..but something was missing...I really wanted some rusty barbed wire and nails.
A little disappointed, I thought no more if it..thanked him and happily too some rusty-stuff back to Gerri's..
..until later in the visit when we came home from an outing only to find sitting on Gerri's porch, rusted barbed wire, rusty nails, rusted saws..
So, thank you Gilbert, for taking the time to actually find rusty barbed wire and nails and stuff.
Didja know it kinda hard to explain a Rubbermaid tub full of rusty, pointy metal stuff to the airport security??
..I feel another post coming on...
-me
12 comments:
Great photos Colleen! I sure hope you're considering DJ Pettit's digital photo workshop that's she's putting together. Some of these pics would look fabulous with her technique!!
Oh Oh... Airport security with pointy metal stuff... Oh oh! Oh I'm sure you'll have more to blog about soon. -giggles-
And yes, great photo opps! I too love finding "different" things to take pics of.
Fun post & photos. I like Gilbert. He reminds me of the older gentleman who works at a local RV camp. We could talk politics and philosophyfor hours - and laugh and laugh.
Have a good one!
Zuzu
oooooooh... I love Gilbert and wish he was my neighbor. Great photo's, by the way!
These are grate shots.You should get in touch with the bizymoms Arivaca community to feature these on their page. It’s free and the moms will love them
oh my gosh, you didn't?! did you? you brought it all home through the airport with you?! LOL.
love the photos.
I am sooooooo envious of your rusty finds!!! I think I would have been doing the rusty happy dance if I walked onto a porch with those goodies waiting for me *smiles*
Oh, to think of all the *old rusty stuff* we use to throw out...
Take a ride out to Juab county some day... you'll find rust...
Can't wait to hear about the airport security (o:
Oh Yippee. I got rust today too!! How fun!
All the way through this post in between giggles I kept thinking "How is she going to get this through airport security?" So c'mon with the story" I think the scientific term is oxidizing or is it oxidization maybe rust will do.
Interesting, I don't think I have heard anyone talk about looking for rusty items. You found some wonderful ones. Really love the colors.
Oh how I love rust... I tried several ways to create rust, errr, patina, but it takes a long time. Good luck with creating rust before it's time.
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