I'm linking this post to Paula's Thursday's Special. Her theme this week is Patterns, and here I am posting exactly that. If you like patterns, go and see what delights her talented followers have come up with.
The block by the river my son is contemplating buying yielded a sumptuousness of decaying corrugated iron. There were piles of it lying around, horizontally, overgrown by lantana or held in place by metal weights, and vertically in a panel behind the makeshift kitchen, each offering different arrays of ornamentation. I'm posting my photos in defiance of a grandson who thinks I'm decidedly weird and who won't entertain the idea that when he's my age he might see the charm in patterns of rust and paint. Maybe you'd like to indicate whose view you support?
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Definitely in your corner on this one Meg. Lovely captures…
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My son actually drew my attention to the piles – he knows my propensities. I was more focused on the big picture for once – those trees, that steepness, the glimpses of river.
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All very photogenic
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I love to stand up for the younger generation 🙂
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Obviously I’m totally in agreement with you, wish I could remember the artist that the blue ones remind me of ❤
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I can’t help unfortunately!
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Yes to the close-ups. All about the pattern. Rust? Peeling Paint? Just what is it that your grandson doesn’t see? 😀
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It’s only a bit of old iron!
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He’ll learn 😀
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Not your grandson’s :D. I like these a lot. Difficult to pick one that catches my eye most.
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I like patterns of rust, corrugated iron etc….the close-up images work best
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Always closeups for my money too.
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Corrugated iron is one of my favourites too, rusted or not. In the Seychelles they made splendid houses out of it – from painted shacks to villas. In Kenya sheet iron roofs are the thing to have instead of thatch. In England it is found in old barns, or patching up ageing industrial buildings. Whatever, wherever – it works.
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I agree. I can’t leave it alone. If I see it I have to photograph it. Maybe my passion stems from my Broken Hill house which was made of iron and which I loved like a person.
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I think it lends itself to being personified somehow. I also love the corrugated iron clad godown warehouses on the Mombasa coast, though there also needs to a palm tree or two in the frame.
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Links?
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http://tishfarrell.com/2013/06/24/anyone-for-cgi-iron-that-is/ This post has everything but a Mombasa godown in it. I may not in fact have a photo except in my brain 🙂
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Thank you for an early morning CGI pleasure for a grumpy woman! (Grumpiness caused by a dream! How foolish.) An iron spirit-lifter.
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Dreams can be very grump-making, I find. Is it trying to tell you something you don’t quite like (rhetorical question).
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I think it might be telling me I need a dose of solitude.
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Great shots. I particularly like the last two – very wabi sabi
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OK – I had to look up wabi sabi before I replied – again! I thought I’d got a handle on it when you talked about it on your blog. Thank you!
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rusty metal is definitely wabi sabi – I think I am today too 🙂
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Love the corrugated iron, in all the stages of its decay. However if your son does buy the land, he should be aware that piled up or strewn about it is a favourite hiding place for snakes and probably also spiders. Blue tongue lizards, if they are native to that area, are fine, as Mum used to feed one in our backyard at Lindfield. It lived under a pile of wood and sundry bits and pieces on the concrete plinth of a former owner’s dog kennel. We were all very upset when Bluey disappeared.
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It’s alright – I was aware of this the other day, even though snakes are probably (only probably) hibernating, so S would be well aware. We had a blue tongue that lived in dad’s old boot in the outside loo way back: my sister was scared of it – because she thought it was a cat, which held more terrors for her than a lizard.
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