One thing I’ve loved about this blog is that I’ve really expanded my circle of friends. I have made contact with so many beautiful people with some amazing stories. One woman shared with me a philosophy about finding beauty in all we do and see. I have spent a lot of time thinking about that, and, I think anyone who loves photography probably shares that view to a certain extent. We all find our own beauty and we all see beauty differently. I’m really happy that I found her blog, because my version of beautiful has sometimes been a little different than other peoples’ versions. Until I found Kenna and her beautiful blog, I thought I was, well, you know, kind of weird….
If’d you’d like to check out Kenna’s blog and her lovely philosophy, you can find it here
So, here’s my attempt to share something that I find beautiful, but others do not.
I have a neighbor who has a bunch of old farm equipment sitting around his place. Some people view his farm as an eyesore.
I love old farm equipment. I find it just beautiful. What do I see in it that’s beautiful? The fact that it had a function once. People used it to wrangle food out of the ground here in the Rockies where the land, although spectacularly, dramatically “beautiful”, can be a difficult place to try and provide food for a family. The soil is well, rocky, and inhospitable. The growing season is about 20 minutes long. These tools more than likely fed someone’s baby corn mush on a cold winter night…
I took some shots so you can make up your own mind…
So, the question is, what do you find beautiful that other people may not appreciate?
to be continued…..
We’re all weird! That’s what makes life interesting. One man’s weird is another man’s normal. :o)
I love the old farm things too, we have a couple of pieces out by our front gate, one is my husbands grandfathers hay rake. I love blogging for the same reasons.
We travel from Marin over I-80 to visit Steve’s sister in Vacaville. For a long time I looked to see the retrospective of dead tractors along a particular fence line. Apparently, the property has changed hands, as I miss seeing those old tractors.
I find them beautiful too. Especially in our vapid, throwaway society, those relics seem increasingly special.
Very cool! I appreciate history and old machinery, wagons, etc. My house looks just like that!
I can see why you got an A+ in your photography course you’re a master and those photos make the whole scene look wonderful. I am inspiring to your talent…one day I too will take such gorgeous photos 🙂
Your photographs are stunning RMW! I find beauty in unconventional faces 🙂
When I see old equipment like that, I can’t say I see beauty but I do sence history sometimes old, sometimes recent. People were attached to those tools and they all had stories. Good photography like you have shown, makes one almost visualize the stories.
Honey this is really a great post you did for us and I enjoyed your photo’s.
Yes we all do see beauty in different ways but I guess that is good too.
I find beauty in really old houses and barns that sit alone waiting for someone to save them again. I am sure some pass the same spot and think why doesn’t someone tear them down.
Hope your having a great weekend
Love
Maggie
I love the old machinery, but I would prefer it not quite so overgrown with grass. (Not pristine and manicured, but shorter, so it didn’t look quite so abandoned and we could see it better!).
I’m not sure what I appreciate which others don’t. I love dry stone walls and derelict barns, but I don’t think that’s so unusual.
I love the poingnant history I feel in farm equipment overgrown with weeds. I love the iron and the wood and the sense of dreams and visions they contain. I think these are beautiful pictures.
i love things that have lived a life of their own … one of my very favourites was … yes “was” very old metal walls in an alleyway … For some hideous reason the city decided to patch it with new metal … i cried …
I definitely think those pictures reflect beauty…
One thing that I find strangely beautiful is a muddy kid. When I see a child with muddy hands and face, even muddy clothes, it immediately makes me think of the word “joy.” It seems that a muddy kid is always a happy kid.
–but I will never put a muddy kid to bed without a bath! LOL.
Hi Jessica,
I love a muddy kid too! When my boys were young and came home muddy or dirty, I always knew they had been having fun!
xxoo,
RMW
Separated at birth, we were! I love old machinery and can’t resist taking pictures. Interesting that we chose similar topics for our posts.
Hi Pondside,
I know! I couldn’t believe it when I dropped by and saw what you had posted….
Separated at birth indeed!
RMW
This is a great post and what a companion to Pondside’s recent posting also – both of you have caused me to reexamine my viewpoint…the old equipment represents a lifetime of work with unknown history – if they could only talk.
Hey!…I love this old farming equipment.And I find beauty in it, love this kinda stuff.
Thanks for sharing, it gives me inspiration,we have an old push plow handed down from hubby’s uncle,it’s hangin’ in the tractor shelter, I need to get it down and plant a garden,wouldn’t that be lovely.
So happy to see you at Lazy on Loblolly.
~JO
Rust and age (in people and machines) can be quite beautiful. Love the old seat in the last photo. Sometimes, I find beauty in texture or contrast even if the scene or object isn’t traditionally thought of as “beautiful.” BTW – please don’t send your approaching spring snow stormy my way – keep it at your end of the Rockies!
It’s so easy to get too busy and not find beauty in all we do and see. Thanks for the reminder to slow down.
The old farm equipment is lovely. You have captured that, and shared your vision well.
Once I was out on a photo shoot with my daughter photographing old barns. This post reminds me of that time.