Kak, has its own very large scrap yard, and for the two years that we have been here I have wanted to go in with my camera and grub around, but have never quite found the courage.The site is always surrounded by dodgy looking folk and ramshackle lorries backing through the gates, with ramshackle drivers, whistling toothless instructions to each other.
Eugene is an avid scrap yard comber and asked if I would like to join him in a visit there on Friday.
What a joy..a truly mind boggling experience.
The detritus of every soul in the area caught inside the four walls of this massive space.
It has always tickled me tickles me that it calls itself a recycling centre, but there was evidence of can and paper/card recycling, as for everything else, vast piles of rusting farm machinery blistered by the sun, and every imaginable piece of fallout from a persons life.
At the very back of the scrap yard, they also cure, sheep skin, so mixed into the whole chaotic mess, is the distinct smell of aging pelts and salt crystals oozing in the heat.
I shall have to pay several visits before I can really get the sum of this place, but what amazed me most was the colour and the patina of the metals. I took 120 photos in less than an hour and could have spent longer...much longer there, but they close at 1.00 on a Friday.
1 comment:
You never cease to amaze and inspire me with the new ways you have of looking at the world. And now even rubbish becomes objects of rare and alien beauty! Some of your pictures are beyond my comprehension, unless you are going for texture and strangeness. Others are just captivating in the unique colors and shapes you have chosen to highlight.
I am so glad you are my friend; I am learning so much from you, Dawn!
Gerry
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