……that delight us so? A feast for the eyes, reminiscent of simpler times we hold so dear, even if only in our dreams, no? They take us back to an era of the past, one in which we proclaim we would have fit right in.
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How is it that a spring frame, so utilitarian, is prized like that of a work of art?
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Why do we hoard old rusty nails, piping and trappings of manhole covers? They await a new life as they rust and ripen to perfection.
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How ironic that a rusty nail be served in an old-fashioned glass. It delivers more wisdom perhaps?
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A dragonfly…… once shiny and new…… now perfectly flaked, crusty and brown thanks to weather’s wear.
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………all of these things, so ordinary and mundane, are coveted, collected and carefully placed about the home as curious subject matter with a story to tell.
Not all eyes can see this, however…….
not everyone possesses the trait for gravitating toward this magical form of oxidation. The ones who do………
are they blessed or cursed?
Maybe they are a little of both.
ruggine… così piena di poesia…
felice anno Linda!
Happy New Year to you, Lori! I look forward to seeing all the beautiful things that you create 🙂
You have a treasure trove there.
Yes, and what's pictured doesn't even scratch the surface of the rusty treasures I hoard!
Love!
Thanks, Diane.
Love your rusty treasures!
Thank you, Deanie.
Great post and I can see many can relate to your (our) love of the old and rusty. I had to smile when I saw the "Rusty Nail." I thought my brother-in-law was the only person alive who drinks them. 😉
Thanks for visiting, Patti. To be honest, I've never tasted a rusty nail. Perhaps your brother-in-law is still the only one who drinks them. 😉