I love old and rusty things and I really don’t know why. I just do. I always wonder what the story behind it is. Maybe it’s because I’ve always been a curious person and want to know everything. One time when I was about 12, I found a box of matches (that was very well hidden I have to say). I had to know how to light it. So while everyone else was busy around the house, I lit match after match until the whole box was gone. No one saw me so I thought I was safe. Then my mom shouts, “What happened to all the matches?!” And I realized in my joy of a new discovery, I had left a neat pile of used burnt-out matchsticks in the kitchen. When will I ever learn to remove the evidence. I was always told “Don’t you know curiosity killed the cat?” And I will retort, “That’s why a cat has 9 lives!” Honestly. You would think they were smart enough to know that.
Maybe that’s what it is. Or I suppose it feels like there is a secret behind something old and ancient. Then I see a lock on it and I feel even more intrigued. It’s almost as if the centuries-old secrets were forbidden.
When really it’s just a rusty door of an old shed. But I can’t help but imagine things when I take photos.