Over at Razmataz, we have our new word, and the new word is Age. I love items that are vintage, unusual and possibly morphed from what they used to be. What once was a shiny gleaming car axle on a 1920 Ford, has become a misshapen, rusty piece of art. At least in my eyes. Hidden for at least 70 years, buried under a movie theater on the edge of our town, it found a new home and a new purpose, when the movie theater was torn down. It now stands amongst my gardens, as a pedestal for another "aged" item found on the Oregon Coast; smoothed by the sea and covered with fossils. I love the contrast of new green growth and the solid beautiful colors of rusty metal and gray rock.