From Casa Blanca, we followed old Route 66 as much as possible to Grants, New Mexico. While looking for the visitors center, in a town that doesn’t seem to believe in numbering their buildings, we found God’s Green Acres, instead.
People who like old rusty stuff must share a special gene. Fancy machine-made gears, in so many forms fascinate me. If I had access to such stuff, I’d learn to weld.
It takes imagination to think of old hitches as a potential flower.
Ditto spring and blade yucca.
And this artist has a great sense of humor since there is hardly a blade of green grass in his art corral.
I don’t know if my camera eye was a trespasser, but I couldn’t read the sign without it.
Drying red chili peppers clanking in the wind.
The artist works with heavy stones and thus, heavy equipment. He had several stacked stone arrangements besides this balancing piece, which is a tricky thing to do.
I have no clue how this was done.
The tines of a plow with a shadow enhance the piece.
He built several small gear trees that I liked. I realize rusty metal only appeals to a small number of people. Jim sat in the car while I took the photos.
I expect that even fewer people have a dilapidated old building gene, like Jim. (I was tempted to get out of the car for the old rusting bed spring gate.)
Who knows? Maybe you just get weird when you become a rambler.
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