Today's picture inspiration:
rust defines its age
miles determine where its gone
scrap means rebirth
leaf bare trees, raining
rust growing steadily
chill winter's gray day
fire consumed the house
memories made still abound
great big shed remains
You may use this photograph anyway you wish. You say you want to turn it to pink tones? Go for it! You want to cut that old car out and put it somewhere else? Go for it! Do anything you want with it! Sell a thousand of them if you can! If you do use it, please let me know what you've done with it. Just remember that I am a visual girl. I'd love to see a picture!
I'll tell you about the photo. The old Ranchero belonged to my brother in law. He died about 5 years ago and this car sat in his field next to my house, just rusting away. My sister decided it was time to do something with this old car so it was moved to my driveway where passersby could see it and know it was for sale. I took this picture that rainy winter day back in 2011. The car didn't go to the scrap man, though that could have been its fate. It was sold to a man whose goal was to restore it to its former glory. I do hope that is what is becoming of it! It's a rather cool old car!
Beings I took this picture, my haikus relate to the memories of the objects pictured, and the place the objects reside.
The tree in background, behind the privacy fence, the tallest of the two, is no longer there. The one in front of the fence is a redbud tree. It's a beauty in late spring when it turns purple! One day this past summer two guys from the electric company came to my door asking if they could remove that dead tree. They were out cutting trees that were a hazard to the highwire lines. My tree wasn't a hazard to the highwire lines at all. It was dead as a door knob and a good twenty feet below the power lines! They made quick work of the tree business! They even cut the wood from that tree into lengths short enough to put in the woodburning stove in the garage after asking if they could do such. Nice young fellas! I live in the backwoods where folks still hand out kindness for no good reason, they didn't charge me a dime for the service!
To be honest, I don't know if these fellas were just bored stiff with the day's tree trimming up and down the highway or if they were curious to see what was behind the wooden fence at the place on the highway with all the junk sitting around! I like the junk sitting around. Most of it doesn't even belong to me, but it's cool with me that it comes and goes. They had to go behind the fence to cut the tree down! They saw some cool junk on that patio the day the tree came down. I sold one of those young men a Big Wheel riding toy for $5. It was just sitting on the patio, out grown by all the grand kids and I needed the $5, he thought his kid needed the Big Wheel.
I got an entire house full of junk that is for sale! I never turn down a sale!
When they were done with my tree, they went two houses down the highway to my mother's house and cut down an even bigger dead tree in her driveway. That tree wasn't a hazard to the power lines either. And they cut it into short lengths to go in the wood burning stove in the garage. Ma asked them if they could do that. They obliged. They did not charge her for the service either!
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