Humans and inanimate objects share a very basic trait. Their character is earned with time. I’ve often pointed my lenses at subjects whose history seems cloaked in mystery. Sometimes true beauty lies slightly below the surface, less apparent but more personally moving. I love old machinery, ancient walls and peeling paint. Rust and rot are my silver and gold, worn bolts my jewels. Who isn’t most comfortable with a broken in pair of dusty boots and their favorite worn out jeans?