What is "patina" you say? Some sort of Mexian food dish perhaps?
Nope!
Here's one interpretation of the term, and the one most fitting this thread"
Patina: " In terms of antiques, "Patina is everything that happens to an object over the course of time. Things that add up to create a softer look, subtle color changes, a character. Patina is built from all the effects, natural and man-made."
Rules: Well really there is only two: Rule 1, it has to fit the theme of this thread and be one of the two main subjects, old stuctures such as barns, houses, sheds, silos etc. and/or old vehicles, cars, tractors, and the like. It can also contian both, say an old house with an abandoned car sitting in an overgrown driveway or a farm tractor peeking out from inside an old barn.
Rule 2: Post ONE shot per post, so think about the subject carefully and post your best shots, look at your choice critically, does it say "old, abandoned, worn out and speak to you such that it makes think or consider the history behind it. You can post multipul times, but only one shot per post. It should include a comment about the subject, perhaps where you say saw it or what it inspired, but keep it short, this is about the photo and it should speak for itself.
So here is my first post to get ithings started,
I also included the poem it inspired, th help give you an idea of what I mean by the second part of rule 2.
I Remember (thoughts thru a window)
Nestled quietly on an overgrown hillside
I am filled with memories.
Much more than a mere shell
I exist as a living testimony to the past.
I remember the Father
with the face of a miner.
Darkened by the years
of digging deep within the black bowels of the earth.
I remember the Mother
with the hands of a giver.
Wrinkled by the years
of cleaning and mending and tending the garden.
I remember the Children
with the eyes of youth.
Bright with the wonder
of a world filled with simple mountain treasures.
I remember the green fields
planted with summer hay.
The soft fragrances
of herbs and the bountiful garden that fed my family.
I remember the Laughter
and the family gatherings on my front porch.
Sunday readings from the book
of revelations, praising the glory of the Maker's creations.
I remember the joy of new arrivals,
and the sadness of departures.
A familiar acceptance
of that which simply is and can not be changed by woman or man.
Where are my children now?
They are grown and departed.
They have built new houses
of love and filled them with the joy they once knew within my walls.
Where are my Father and Mother?
they now rest in the field.
Risen from the ashes
and returned to the earth, where I too must follow, my purpose fulfilled.
Nestled quietly on an overgrown hillside
I am filled with memories.
Much more than a mere shell
I exist as a living testimony to the past.
And I Remember.
© Jeffry L'H. Tank
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