These old doors have served their owners well. The texture of the old wooden planks, studded with nails and held together by rusted, misaligned hinges, speaks of sturdiness and great natural beauty. The tree that gave them to us may be long gone, but its legacy lives on in the texture and pattern of its grain. The scorched planks at right, scarred by a fire that failed to consume them, remind us of the power of survival. By moving in closely, I reveal even more detail – a plank on the other side of this door can seen within the knot hole, and the old hinges seem to be missing some of their nails, yet the old doors somehow still manage to open and close.