In rust for sure. Rust is very compelling, though. Lots of people photograph rusting old things. Or rusting new things. Decay. Disintegration. Earth returning. Better it than me.
You couldn’t make a pattern like that if you tried. Its very randomness is essential to its beauty. And those little freckles at the top: aren’t they almost enchanting? Incipient rust, or baby rust. And the network of crazing in the white paint. A constellation of crazing.
I’m having a little trouble with the world right now. It’s only a little comforting to know that many others are also, but what can we do? What can we do? Not just sit and rust. Sit and trust? Not enough.