Granted, soul and history don't give you lockjaw

Now that the sun's starting to come out, and we can afford some mid-day park trips, I again have a choice of several area playgrounds. (Another way of saying that when you live far away from everything, everything's far away.)

Some of the playgrounds feature equipment that's obviously of recent manufacture. No components older than a decade, all pieces fabricated from brightly painted adamantium. The older playgrounds, though, have a certain something ... what's the term for what they have? Soul? History? Oh, no, I remember the phrase: it's "rusted, inch-long, exposed screws."






Full disclosure: these photos are legit, but the hardware protrudes from walls, not floors. The bottom shot has been rotated for, let's say, maximum shock value.