Timeless Treasures

I’ve always been a softy for just about anything rusty, creaky, and/or antiquated. Thanks for the offer, but I’ll pass this time on that shiny new penny. Maybe it’s my old soul looking to reconnect and capture some depth, an untold story, or innate beauty under all those earthen layers. I know I’m not alone though because how many of us love a good, rustic farmhouse piece in their home or prefer full-on shabby chic style? Despite already being distressed and tattered, these worn-out pieces tend to hold a venerable place in time. The old paint cans in the basement collecting dust since the 70’s, yep, uncovered them when I first started in photography. That old barn about to collapse, I was there taking a few photos before the Big Bad Wolf blew it down. The more dilapidated, the better.

Maybe I’m worse for the wear myself trying to chase after these relics and putting myself in harms way to get that perfectly imperfect image. Probably getting tetanus along the way if I’m not careful.

But I keep coming back. I’m captivated. The old-fangled beauty that often is overlooked, has a tender place in my heart. I like to think I see more than merely what’s on the surface.  

So if you’re looking for some rustic undertones in your life, this modest little museum spotted off Rt. 1 boasts no grandeur but certainly can be appreciated by passers-by. It is a quick self-guided history lesson on the way to the beach, and worth the 5-10 min to pique your curiosity around all these agricultural treasures.

There’s no way these out of shape tools are spiritless. Maybe a little out-of-tune and put out to pasture but imagine what stories they could share. “Oh if those walls could talk,” sounds fitting about now, right? But guess how many miles trekked, bounties harvested, and love endured? Or the conversations overheard, the good times shared, the not so good times experienced and all those in between. Stopping for a minute to honor and extend their story just a bit longer felt really right today.