Wrought

I like corners. I like the way light bounces off them and is shared between each of the closely-knit surfaces. I like what age and water do to metal, and dust to wood. I like things that have withstood the onslaughts of time, have been shaped by it and yet are resilient.

And then I like noise, and very shallow depths. Photographs cannot be quantified, as Blob points out. And for that, I like them more. I like the way a need for certainty and absoluteness coexists with an abstract idea of freedom.