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RIP rusting in peace, in god we rust . . .



Another recap: Minutes from our local town of Angaston is our little plot of land, a funky little fat farm, just one small part of the tapestry of vineyards, wineries, cellar doors, farms, villages and towns that make up the Barossa Valley region.

Historically, German settled, the Barossa was established by hard-working pioneers connected by community, religion, customs and long traditions, many of which exist today.




In God we trust rust with this unique old beauty, a piece of rustic salvation, sitting out here just off the gravelled track not far from the house. It was winter, a cold, wet & foggy Sunday morning back in 2016 when I took these shots.

I pass by the ol’ gal almost every day. In fact, I can see her in the distance from the front veranda.




I have since found & attached the original number plates (plaques d’immatriculation in 🇫🇷 France, license plates or tags in the 🇺🇸 USA) that came with the truck.




This rusty relic is a circa 1940s Morris Commercial, her drab green patina with rusty edges, emerging over time, over the years, feasting my eyes, as she ages slowly, peacefully, fading & mellowing.

What fond memories she revives in me, reminding me of my childhood, the days growing up the oldest daughter of a beekeeper, a migratory apiarist

These old trucks were resilient and steadfast.

They persevered in all weather, all conditions.

They did everything asked of them 365 days a year, 12 months a year, 52 weeks a year, 7 days a week.





Put to pasture.

Peacefully her life moves on.

Trucking days long over.

Tyres worn, some torn, some flat.

Rust Rest in peace my dear.




Beautiful rust.

Glistening cobwebs on a wet & drizzly day








What stories does she keep close to her heart?

What life was she born to and understood?

What grunt work did she do, heavy lifting, hauling and carting?

How many times did she get bogged? Jacked up?

What long and winding roads did she travel over hills & valleys, through vineyards, paddocks.

As I say resilient, reliable and steadfast.










I took the first image and the four immediately above in Sep, Oct & Nov in the spring of 2014 and 2015. That was before we moved the lady to make way for earthworks in front of the house.

The other pics above show where she sits today.

♥ ♥

And I had to include these similar old 1940s Morris Commercials below.  Love the rust!


RIP 1940s Morris Commercial Truck or Lorry


Rust and Rusty


Morris Commercial art


‘There were about 30 vintage caravans displayed. The unit above is owned by Ian James and is a 1948 Morris Commercial, towing a 1950 home made caravan.’ Historic Trucks


RIP 1940s Rusty Morris Commercial Truck

Rust in Peace


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