Something About Old Things



Something about old things
grabs my attention.



They seem to hold a story
that shiny, new things lack.
With an old house, for example,
I wonder who built it and whether 
their life there was happy
and -- if it's abandoned --
why it's sitting there unloved.

You might remember that I like to photograph
old things
rusty things
discarded things.







Maybe that fascination develops as we age.

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