I like old things that time has tried And proven strong and good and fine; Rose-petal softness of old sheets; Old pottery of quaint design; Old trees that stand against the wind, However gnarled their branches are, Symbolic of a soul grown strong, Communing years with storm and star; Old houses marked by hours Of love and living through the years, That proudly bear their stamp of worth In spite of strife and stress and tears; Old faces time has etched with lines Of love and laughter, sorrow, too. I like old things — they have a depth Unknown by anything that’s new. Cora Mae Preble
*these are some of my favorite photos.