There are so many interesting places out in the high desert of California. Mary and I came upon this rusty shed on our way back from the poppy preserve. I thought, wow, so much rust here, so great for my new idea for rusty posts. The old shed is only the beginning, there was enough stuff to the right of it for at least two more posts.
Hi Inger - it does look green after all your rain - that's a change. The 'rusty' photos will be lovely to see ... cheers HilaryReplyDelete
This is indeed a beautiful rustic scene. I love the green field and the mountains in the background. The machinery looks like it's in good condition so it must still be in use.ReplyDelete
Have a blessed Holy Week.
nice shed and big old piece of equipment. I like seeing your life in the desert lands, so different from our views.ReplyDelete
My neighbor has one of those rusty sheds in his pasture visible from my back porch. At first I was put off, now I rather enjoy the building that has seen a long productive life and still is.ReplyDelete
Beautiful scenery, Inger! Whoever thought rust would make such a lovely picture!! Hope you, Faith and Samson are doing well...ReplyDelete
We are, thank you. Hope you and yours are too.Delete
Does rustic mean covered with rust?ReplyDelete
Only you, fishducky, would have thought of it. But why not?Delete
It is always nice to slow down enough to enjoy scenes like this, I wonder how many people pass right by and miss the things right in front of them? Nice picture IngerReplyDelete
Thinking about posting to my blog has really helped me be more present in my life. Who would have thought?Delete
I love rust, Inger! Why? I don't really know. Maybe it evokes a bit of history for me. Nice shot!ReplyDelete
This scene stirs up so many memories. I'd love to climb over that fence and explore.ReplyDelete
Good morning Inger!ReplyDelete
I like the rustic shed and the green scenery too.
Wishing you a lovely day.
Rust can be beautiful. Nice looking shed.ReplyDelete
We just bought a rusty cross made out of old rusty horseshoes.ReplyDelete