I sympathise if you don’t see this as eye candy. Well, kind of. I’m sharing these pictures for HeyJude’s Textures challenge, so if you don’t like rusty old cars, you can blame her.
This week’s prompt was:
Get close to your subject and capture just the texture itself, without the context. Then zoom out so that you capture both the context of the texture as well as the texture itself.
When I first assessed this set of pictures, I narrowed down the five I’d taken of the Ford to two. But when it came to sharing them, I thought it might be worth taking a quick look at all five, lightly processing them, cropping them and reducing their size.
Now I find myself sharing the other three, the ones I’d initially rejected. It pays to keep an open mind when processing pictures, assuming you have time to experiment.
I’m adding a couple of other pictures taken the same afternoon in the Mississippi Delta. It’s tempting to go overboard, because it’s such a great place to enjoy texture, but I’ll keep it brief.
I added a filter to this one, to keep the focus on the sign (and because otherwise the colours were a touch blah):
My final shot is another rose – a good, romantic one with just the right touch of wildness. I could be wrong, but I got the impression it largely cared for itself. It is quite a contrast to the royal rose I shared yesterday, but I love them both.
Susan Rushton 
I love old rusty cars…nice set of images (Suzanne)
Thanks, Suzanne.
It’s fair to say you offered a lot of contrasts here. Fabulous rust!
It’s hard to be sure what the ‘real’ colour was.
Indeed! I’m sure the metalwork couldn’t remember either.
It’s always cool to see Nature reclaiming manmade objects. The encroaching vine is perfect!
Some plants have an unquenchable spirit – that metal must surely get hot when the full sun is on it, so perhaps it is sun pruned!
At my age, I take rust somewhat personally, but that makes these images all the more compelling. Melancholy perhaps, but that close-up of the vine “exploring” makes the old jalopy almost garden art. “Almost” being the operative word. I do love the contours of those rose petals accented by the darker pink. Textures aplenty!
I have a soft spot for that rose. I like the cultivated ones to look plump and well fed and the wilder ones to be prickly, sparse and atmospheric. My sister and I used to play in an old abandoned car left in a field on one of my Dad’s allotment walks. I’d love to see what that looked like with adult’s eyes. There was an old apple tree nearby, I remember.
Something tells me that your adult eyes aren’t too different from your girl’s eyes, and in that you are blessed! I can only imagine how much fun that old car was.
Wow. That first one especially . . . gorgeous!
That’s my favourite one too.
Definitely eye candy for me – gorgeous colours.
It’s a blessing to be able to see the beauty in faded things.
I have a Ford F100 that I use for chores around the property.
I’m glad yours is still serviceable – and hope it doesn’t spend as much time in the garage as my sweetheart’s F-150.
Mine sits outside. Doesn’t get used much at all.
well I am more than happy to take the blame for this series of photos being shared. I love rusty old cars and the colours are fantastic. The rusty tractor, the fading sign and the crinkly rose. Perfection!
I wouldn’t have thought to share the full shot without your prompt, but it does give context. Thanks for hosting – and blame taking!
Some lovely photos, Susan. You did a great job capturing it’s personality.
Thank you, Pat.
I love those rustic photos! And the flowers. Beautiful.
They put the rust in rustic!
Fabulous! They would make a wonderful set of framed pictures.
We’d need some good old rusty frames for them. 🙂
Yes! What a striking set they would be.
Truth to tell, I like the rust-buckets more than the flowers, this time around. Once upon a time there was an old Ford pickup that was part of my life. It wasn’t quite so — attractive — and the battery had to be disconnected so it wouldn’t drain itself when the truck sat for a few weeks, but it had old fashioned wing vent windows — perfect for the country!
Those were the days! I’m glad to have made you feel all nostalgic. My sweetheart has a fairly old pickup, so I know what you mean by the vent windows. I was going to make an observation about its battery, but decided not to as I didn’t want to tempt fate!