A subject like this....
black mamba Registered Users Posts: 8,294 Major grins
edited March 30, 2020 in Other Cool Shots
Can produce abstracted images of an entirely different nature when subjected to my carefully concocted rust treatment
I always wanted to lie naked on a bearskin rug in front of a fireplace. Cracker Barrel didn't take kindly to it.
When someone calls an old car a "rust bucket," it is rarely a compliment. But in this case... my compliments to you for finding this one. Excellent.
"You miss 100% of the shots you don't take" - Wayne Gretzky
Thanks much, David. I'm amused at the response I see and hear from folks who see, what I call my " rust art ", for the first time. Obviously, those attracted to abstract art are the most receptive. If they border on being color freaks, that also helps. As you may suspect, every single viewer is incredulous as to the origin of the stuff. One brutally frank, notoriously so, friend said before a small group " I wouldn't let that crap in my house ". I will say that the overall reaction is favorable.
Ha! I guess not everyone is a rustophile, much less a rust junkie! I am though, good stuff.
Nice show of the evolution from old vehicle to colorful abstracts. Guess it's time to look back at the few rust bucket photos I have.
Very nice. Love the old and neglected and you covered it well. It always makes my try to imagine how cars/ trucks were used.
Thomson, Ga. USA
Well done! The peeling paint gives these depth.
Reminds me of the 27 Pontiac roadster project two friends & I did in the 50s; it really moved with a 55 Buick engine in it.
Excellent rust shots
As a true rust junkie, like you, Cristóbal, I can only stay away from this kind of stuff for a short period. No other kind of photography I do gives me the latitude for self expression that shooting rust does.
Be careful, guy. Shooting rust, on a serious level, can really get in yoir blood. Give it a go.
I hear you, Orv. Just like with the old barns I shoot, I wonder about the stories these old vehicles could tell.
You know, Don, one of the real thrills I get from this type of work is that I never, really never, know how the final image is going to work out. When I start slamming the sliders around, it opens the door to an array of colors that I didn't even know were there.
Don't you, Rags, occasionally long for those kind of days again? I damn sure do. Thanks for the visit.
A well taken opportunity for a color junkie
Thanks. As you know, we of that ilk can't let any opportunity slide.
Oh wow, that is how you turn lemons into lemonade!
Well, I have to say that's an analogy I hadn't considered. But what the heck.....it does ring true. Cheers.
A classic find and a super set of images.
Black mamba...you couldn't have said it better..."Shooting rust, on a serious level, can really get in your blood." 100%!
Must be a genetic switch that makes one seek out the "rust buckets" of the world and skip the new and shinny.
Really enjoy your work!
Thanks, my friend. I much prefer the " genetic switch " concept you suggest as opposed to my wife's assessment of the deal. She says that, many years ago, I was the victim of a curse that was placed on me while we were in Savannah....a city known to have a gracious number of voodoo practioners. I'm at a loss as to how to deal wtih that one.
Very cool, Tom! It looks familiar...
Hey, John. Yeah. It sits right off the road heading into ( or out of ) Blowing Rock.
I've passed those old things a thousand times, always saying "I need to stop and shoot them!" Last November, the Girlfriend and I were driving up to the Parkway and finally did. She had taken some photos with one of her dogs by one of the old pick-ups out there a few years back - we'll have to take the new dog up there one of these days and do the same.