While out on a long walk the other day, I thought of why over the last decade or so I’ve become so utterly fascinated, mesmerized even by just about anything ancient, old, and decrepit. Particularly the decrepit. Is it an aesthetic “self-alignment” to my own inevitable physical degradation? If that theory holds its own, then does it therefore essentially explain why when you are younger, that new and shiny stuff is more appealing as it is a more relevant reflection of oneself? In any case, the vintage door or gate above with its sturdy, unbranded lock, beckoned me to capture it.