Everything wears down. Objects, things in nature, our bodies, are impermanent. All things are in a constant state of becoming and dissolving. I find beauty in the imperfection, in the passage of time, in the rusty and old,even in decay. I understand  deterioration as a part of the process of life, the circle of nature, the death, of the physical. I enjoy objects at the moment of fragility when they are approaching into nothingness.