Today I want to share some of the rusty relics – which is how I feel some days – that I captured on my recent trip. Signs that man occupied these spaces at one time, sadness that we leave clutter behind, but gladness that that clutter becomes photo ops. This post will do double duty as an entry into Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge, with my apology to the followers of that challenge for the number of pictures included.
A (relatively) modern version of the wooden wheel – can you picture your ancestors having a wagon with these wheels to carry their supplies home, back in the day? I’m sure they would have had sturdy horses to pull the wagon and would have been singing “Oklahoma” all the way. Or maybe “Paint my Wagon”.
Exciting times when airwaves were captured by these gadgets that became a standard in every home, bringing news to all and entertainment – remember “the Shadow knows”, Amos and Andy and so many other nuggets – that held the family together in their living rooms after dinner?
It is the way of the world – given enough time, all things become relics and many become rusty. We leave behind us a lot of clutter and a bit of history.