Love old repair shops and blacksmithing remnants. In my early years I had free run of the family ranch and the tool shop was a big attraction as were the barns with so many years of history, retired equipment, chunks of the history of repair, reuse, renew. Visited again 45+ years later. The ranch is now just the big ranch yard, everything else has been sold off, but pieces of rusted metal, broken parts of machinery, aged outbuildings still existed. Couldn't take any
junk bits and pieces with me but I sure enjoyed poking my camera into every cranny to bring back photo memories. That visit was part of a truly great family reunion and I will always be grateful I could attend. It was a goodbye and a chance to look back and get a new understanding of childhood memories.
Today's post doesn't have any of those photos. The great rusty junk here is new to me this year but those early memories and my young self's interest in old junk continues.
A discarded logger saw blade. Rusty. Incomplete. Handle, a branch shaped a bit, tied on with - electrical wire - cracked and broken, teeth patterns against the white wall.
All winter these windows rested on the window sill in the living room or leaned against the wall.
Changes happened and they migrated to the back deck this spring.
Cast iron stove cover, rusted. Oil tins, rusty scissor, lump of coal. Collections of vintage and wonderful rusty metal, old wood, junky finds collected over the past few months.
It is my birthday tomorrow so I indulged myself by sharing pictures of my junk art finds.
The Thrifty Grove
Be Different Act Normal
Hey Whats for Dinner Mom
Funky Junk Interiors
The Vintage Farmhouse
From My Front Porch To Yours
Fireflies and Jelly Beans
At the Picket Fence