Carrie says: A deer skull I found on a hike. It reminds me of the fragility of life and the amazing design of beings.

Danielle says: I’ve got a thing for, uh, rust. I pick up rusty nails and bits on walks and put them in my pocket. It’s a compulsion. I have an intensely rusted slice of a car door that I found buried by the riverside in an old growth forest. It’s so deformed, with it’s ends curled this way and that, it looks like soft fabric. Once upon a time, it hung over our fireplace. I think I’ll move it back there…

Sarah says: I have a thing for old metal tools and oddities. On my walls. Living room walls, to be specific. I can’t explain it, really, it started many years ago when I found a beautiful scythe on the ground outside the donations area of a thrift store early one morning. There it sat with this wooden handle and a curved blade in deep oxidized metallic colors of blue and green. I fell in love. The collection grew to include an old saw with a beautiful engraved handle, vintage keyhole plates, and even a large piece of rusted metal that I found way up in the mountains in El Paso, Texas. They feel grounding to me. An ex-boyfriend who claimed to see spirits said there was the ghost of a wonderful old man in my apartment who loved touching my key plates. I took that as a compliment!