There is something beautiful and appealing about old things that are rotting away and disintegrating, like paint peeling off wood or an old rusty hinges or hooks and nails. It reminds us of our own inevitable decline maybe. It serves to gently nudge us as if to say, It’s not younger you’re getting dearest. No, we’re all getting older (and wiser) by the day and the main thing is to do it with dignity, like these pieces of door. They still hold some charm and maintain greatness of character.