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Photo: Aged Collage.
October 7th, 2009 by Lex


Torn and rusted, a shelter for the lost, for the temporal.

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Photo: Rusty Dinosaur-3.
August 2nd, 2009 by Lex


A distant relative emerges from the waters, scrapes its long neck and plunges its life into a restless rust.

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Photo: Rusty Dinosaur-2.
April 20th, 2009 by Lex


You creak with finesse, focus with might. You open the waters, shed the metal, and dive right in. What a cold day.

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Photo: Rusty Dinosaur-1.
April 14th, 2009 by Lex


A shaky metal dinosaur looms on the horizon. You can feel its silent rusty growl.

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Series: Ancient Blues-3.
October 13th, 2008 by Lex


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Absurd metallic decorations thrust out of the exposed brick. Texture battles line and pattern.

Series: Ancient Blues-2.
October 10th, 2008 by Lex


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

Series: Ancient Blues-1.
October 6th, 2008 by Lex


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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.