MM is feeling guilty, because she doesn’t have much time for blogging at the moment. New posts are in the pipeline, I promise… and lots of reading, too. In the mean time, here is my contribution to today’s daily prompt about junk. I’m fascinated by the way nature or humanity repossesses unwanted objects that are abandoned. I’ve got a fair few pictures I took with Candide Canon -here are a few examples I found locally. I hope you enjoy them! MM.
Have a look at this…it conjours up the good times in France to me…and some of those bicycles were discarded as junk before being restored…
That made me want to pull out my vintage Raleigh- I found her abandoned at Emmaüs, and she just had to wink her chrome rod brakes at me once to convince me. We’ve rattled our old bones around the vineyards a few times together since- too old ladies on a stately roll 🙂
Well done busy lady. Great pics.
Cheers, Tric! There’s a post on the way, just have to polish it up a bit….
Why is junk so photogenic and attractive on the page but not in the fresh air?
If you block out the rest of the big picture it can be rather poetic, but when you see it in an otherwise beautiful backdrop, it makes you want to cry. Down the lane we have fridges, freezers, and even half of a Citroën van. It doesn’t seem to bother anyone, it’s dramatic.
I see that you have the magic blue string in the South. The farms here are held together with the magic blue string. 🙂
Oooh, yes. The magic blue string holds rural France together. My neighbour on both sides have tons of the stuff; I think it’s the unofficial proof of “belonging”. Should we send some blue string to the Matignon Marshmallow man, I wonder? It could hold his policies together.
Junk is ubiquitous and universal and is probably one of the few things that can be said to found in every human settlement throughout history. Humans are great at creating junk! (I know I am). 🙂
It’s funny to think that someone may be cooing over our cast-off baked beans tins in awe in a few centuries’ time. Or maybe martians will use them to make their equivalent of pasta necklaces.
I’ve got an old cast-iron enameled bath with claw feet at each corner that came with the cottage when we bought it. We pulled it out and put it in the garden as a’feature’ – filled with earth and plants. Now it lies at the foot of the garden, blocking a gap in the fence to stop the dogs getting into neighbour’s garden 😆
They cost a mint nowadays….. I bet it must be beautiful, and the dogs have a pretty obstacle instead of fence. Good on you, 10/10 for intelligent recycling!
Great photos. I love the chair!
Thank you! there were a few of them dotted around the place, all falling apart. I couldn’t help wondering what tales were told over the pastis by its occupants….
Great pix. Why has someone nailed the shoe to a door?? Do it have some mystical meaning??
Do it??!! Honestly, I meant ‘does it have some mystical meaning’!!
LOL 🙂 I think it do, but I know not what (sounds very poetic). I tinks it summat to do with walkers and hospitality is, but I ain’t shure, missus. As soon as I fond out, I’ll tell you 🙂
It’s interesting to see the different ‘genres’ of junk conversion – reclamation by nature, disintegration to compost, conversion to art, decorative placement etc. I enjoyed the gallery very much.
i’m glad you enjoyed it. I love the old car- I think it wold be a museum piece now if it had been looked after.
You’ve transformed some very unsightly detritus into fascinating shapes with your trusty camera, MM. Interestingly, apart from the mountain of scrap at the secondhand car place up the hill from our French house, the roadside verges and field corners of our bit of Normandy are surprisingly free of junk. I guess southerners are less inhibited. 🙂
Hi there Perpetua! I hope life is good for you 🙂 Here in the South, people don’t seem to realise the luck they have to live in such a beautiful place. If rubbish could take root, we’d be able to pick cars and fridges off the trees as well as peaches and apricots…. We moved here from Eastern France, which is as clean as the proverbial whistle. We were shell-shocked to say the least….
Sounds like the laid-back south, then. Even our scrapyard is shielded from public view by an enormously high conifer hedge and you can only see the stuff when the gate’s open.
I wish I lived in France.
It’s very pretty here, but there are a lot of French people who dream of living in the States…. The gras is always greener on the other side of the big pond 🙂
Great photos… what’s with the shoe nailed to the door? Not sure if it’s a welcoming sight for people on their travels or an eerie, keep away one! 🙂
Ooh, just found you here, sorry for the delay! I think the shoe means that a walker lives there, I’m trying to work it out. As soon as I find out, I’ll tell you.