6 posts tagged “metal”

I have been pacing around my house not starting anything. I need to do so much, but I have yet to wake up fully. It is almost 3 in the afternoon. I am really tired. Husband and I went to our favorite park and stomped through the woods. It was very fun and very cold. I slept so heavy last night, and wished I still was. I should take a nap, but the clothes in the dryer will be done soon, and I don't want them to wrinkle. sigh...then maybe I will take a nap.

I have always loved black and white photos.
It takes ordinary circle stepping stones and makes them look like something more than just a path to guide your feet to the front door. It lets the textures of objects transform into something completely different. It makes the texture of an object the most important thing in a photo, in color, texture is a quiet supporter but here it is on stage for all to marvel at.

these were all sitting outside of the battery house. Sitting idle after working so hard for so long. Losing all hope for purpose again, until the day I saw them. When I saw them, they became sculpture. They jumped alive, showed me every curve, every shadow. They showed me that after being something utilitarian, a working mans objects, they have a higher purpose. To inspire, to show beauty in places people don't look, to shine for the first time in a long time. They were once useful, but now they are Art. They showed me that I hold the same qualities, we all do. Thank you old boom truck, thank you wire in the grass, thank you tractor, thank you machinery, thank you anvil made from a railroad track, thank you door hinge, thank you scrap metal.
Thank you.

There is another bridge coming into town, that was built when I was in the early 80's. Before that, this was the bridge that carried you over the river coming in and out of town. I remember leaning my tiny forehead on the cold glass of the white wood paneled station wagon, looking straight up at the top of the bridge, there used to be lots of birds up there and it was all painted green. It has a lot of in the structure, I was kind of surprised to see the wood support under the bridge. When I was above, the bridge shook and bounced every time a large truck or semi went over. It shook so much that pictures turned out blurry and it made me very nervous. I have loved the shape of this small bridge since I can remember, it is one of the things in my town that I consider MINE. This bridge is mine, it is in some of my earliest memories. I felt free going over the bridge heading into town, and felt the pain when passing the other way on my way out.