I love old things; old jewelry, old furniture, old houses, and old wagon wheels. I'm not sure why but maybe it is the patina of age that gives things an aura of beauty. Most things tell their history, including people, in the lines and scars of age. It always makes me stop and wonder who rode in that wagon long ago. Was it a family on a picnic under this very tree where I am standing?
There are plenty of old wagons returning to the earth of Colorado. Here are a few of the images I have captured along the way of my journey.
