Beauty in the broken.

Dilapidated property is an obsession I carry. I would be personally offended if someone tried to care for these structures.    

Glorious rust.

Incredible corrosion. 

Stirring decay.

I don't think I am alone in my obsession. I know I am not.

In a way, keeping your favorite blue jeans when they are too holy to appropriately wear is an appreciation for beauty in the broken. Hooray for the ruins of our former lives.