Better move before the walls turn to dust, and you into history.

Taking a quick break from the other 2 series; these shots had been waiting to be shown. Surprisingly, there is a common theme to these 3 miscellaneous photos. Each has a rich aged background which serves as a backdrop for stark play on line and shape. Why did these get lost?

The stark rusting lines wedge against the walls and the skies. Even the serrated shadows have to hide.

The rusted metal grips the teal walls, clamps them down and spreads like a parasite. Age is inescapable. The scars are permanent. Nobody will rebuild this place. Nobody will paint it anew. The only path to freedom is disintegration.

Letters and meaning torn apart with rust and age. A violent metallic death for these unuttered symbols.

Meaty snow texture, contrasted with a melting concrete background.

A rugged, yet fashionable, widget.