Showing posts with label vintage barn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label vintage barn. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Vintage Rusty Stuff


Pulley on the old barn door

For those of you who love rusty stuff, have I got a treat for you!! :-)

Barn door hinge


Barn Window
No, it's not rusty, but I like it


Barn Cleaner


Barn Beams


Another Rusty Hinge


Old Boiler

This is really the most interesting of all, and it's not part of the barn - it's the old monster boiler that resides in our 18'x71' dog pen (that's feet, not inches). It is so huge and heavy that rather than try to move it, we simply built the dog pen around it. (I know, I know...) At least it won't be able to escape, should it ever have a mind to try anything funny. Of course, this is the same dog pen that the dogs have spent a total of probably 2 days in since its construction about 12 years ago. They much preferred the A.C. and soft beds of the house rather than being outdoors.

Anyway, I hated this ugly, rusty boiler for at least two years, but after a while, like so many things, (and this is the dangerous part) it just became part of the landscape. Know what I mean?? I gave up my hate. Let it go. No longer did I see it as an eyesore. (I'm sure this is partly due to the influence of my rust-loving blogger friends!!) Maybe one day, if I'm lucky, some famous author will do for my monster rusty boiler what Willa Cather did for the old plow (or 'plough.') Until then...

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“There were no clouds, the sun was going down in a limpid, gold-washed sky. Just as the lower edge of the red disk rested on the high fields against the horizon, a great black figure suddenly appeared on the face of the sun. We sprang to our feet, straining our eyes toward it. In a moment we realized what it was. On some upland farm, a plough had been left standing in the field. The sun was sinking just behind it. Magnified across the distance by the horizontal light, it stood out against the sun, was exactly contained within the circle of the disk; the handles, the tongue, the share—black against the molten red. There it was, heroic in size, a picture writing on the sun.”   - Willa Cather, My Antonia

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So, do you think there's any hope for my old, rusty boiler? 


 Our Barn, February


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