I love old doors and windows. Somehow I get such a feeling about their past when I see them.
If they have an aged patina or even better some moss, I love them even more. I think about the people who have looked out them, the times they have let the sunshine in, the times raindrops have raced down their panes. I love this old window more than any because it is the window in our old farm house here on the farm. I wish it could tell me its stories and secrets.