I ran across these bad boys in Port Angeles a few weeks ago, big heavy rollers with rusted out rims. The grit and decay is beautiful against the wet cement, the moss, the fallen leaves.
They reminded me of Thiebaud cakes, a little bit. Or vintage buttons.
I really like the rims, the way the design varies, how they have rusted and crumbled and deteriorated in different ways. A recently published study of twins (scroll down) and aging had an interesting photo accompaniment, showing how sun exposure and smoking, among other things, made people age differently.
Now I'm wishing I hadn't spent all those summer afternoons in my teens basting my bare arms and legs with baby oil.