My habit of bringing found things home to photograph pays an occasional dividend.
I suppose there are now several generations of Australians who won’t know what a Sunshine Harvester was and there would be very few people left who saw one working.
They lay abandoned on farms rusting away, except for the seats, which were repurposed as they are surprisingly comfortable in spite of being metal.
The material not the music genre,,,
These old brushes of mine are a little frazzled with years of use and abuse. We have both seen better days.
– This image best describes how I am beginning to feel lately
My Father-in-Law may need some new pegs.
When you look at something worn down, are you thinking about it simply being worthless or about the value it has given in service through it’s existence?
Wear, or the lack of it, always has a story behind it.