I love rusty old machines. They have so much life to them. The lives that some machines have seen, the stories they could tell if they could talk. I went on a search for old machines with my Dad in southern Alberta. Just south of Lethbridge we came across some pieces of history. (Please keep in mind that I am a big city kid and am illiterate in farming implements).
|Close up on a wheel. I wonder how many revolutions this wheel has made?...|
|The wheel has sunk into the ground and the grass has started to devour it.|
|Links of some sort. I love the texture that the rust brings out.|