Old Age

I was standing by the garage after my bike ride, and thinking that I had photographed EVERYTHING on the property, and wondering what else I could possibly photograph. It did occur to me to look for a close-up of something. Then I absent-mindedly let my eyes wander to one of the hinges on the garage door, and I noticed how old it was. So I thought of old age, and decided to photograph this. I love the textures, and the rust stain, and the sense of old age.