Rust...

I always loved the look of rust.
When I was a child my nanny and her loving husband used to take me for a walk. My favourite place was always the Port.
Pieces of old dismantled ships rusting by the weather were all over...
Enemy of "progress", loud laughing law of enthropy!...rust looks like the coming back of life where the metal was bind-ed up by the paint. There it is, sooner or later...blooming in the sun, the full colours of her ultimate existence!The triumph of nature over un-natured...comming back to her true self...