I am drawn to rusty surfaces, weathered wood, worn stone, old brick. I am fascinated by abandoned buildings, and love to explore them and speculate on why they have been forsaken. I find beauty in the natural decay of things.
(Not, mind you, rotting vegetables in my crisper drawer, and cheese in my milk jug!)
But rusty surfaces on train cars, and worn-off paint on barns, leaves drying up and queen-anne's lace turning from feathery green and white to crispy brown…these things hold my eye. Even, yes, cracked window panes caked with years of grime.
Fall is my favorite season.
I love the beauty of these months of dying.