(Sometimes it’s tough to feel at home in your own city. Which is why I’ve given myself a challenge: each day, for forty days, I’m going to find *one* thing I love about this place. And then I’m going to tell you about it. If you want to follow my journey, start here. Today is Day Thirty-Four).
This week, I wandered my city and took time to see the beauty in old things.
I felt my heart open wide to a flock of starlings downtown.
I searched for images of redemption in a local salvage yard.
I looked for loveliness in my own backyard, experienced a moment of creative connection with an office visitor, and spent my Saturday afternoon soaking in the bookish splendor of my favorite ramshackle bookstore.
The coming week is my last in this project …
I’m feeling ready. ❤
(Sometimes it’s tough to feel at home in your own city. Which is why I’ve given myself a challenge: each day, for forty days, I’m going to find *one* thing I love about this place. And then I’m going to tell you about it. If you want to follow my journey, start here. Today is Day Thirty.)
I have a special place in my heart for lost and discarded things:
Forgotten and tarnished.
I don’t really think I need to explain why.
And every once in awhile, when I need to be reminded that the mess can be beautiful, in the end and also in the middle, I drive down to the river and wander around Black Dog Salvage. Because I’ve never seen so much junk so haphazardly collected into beautiful piles, then mixed in with the precious and the prized.
If the name Black Dog Salvage sounds familiar to you, this is not an accident. The place is featured on the HGTV show “Salvage Dawgs,” and it’s *amazing.* I could spend every dime I own here. Still, whenever I show up at the big warehouse next to the bridge, I never feel like I’m on a set or in a shopping mall.
I feel like I’m in a junkyard.
Which is how it should be.
Outside alone, you can see all kinds of lovely things jumbled together…
Car parts rest beside slabs of granite:
A broken chunk of Corinthian capital nestles against an old bed frame:
You’ll also see broken-down bicycles, boats, vintage lawn chairs, ship’s anchors, wagon wheels, millstones, keystones, rockets and bathtubs.
Inside, local art and interior design items mix with even more junk. I especially love the huge stained glass windows wrenched out of context and left to glitter in the dust-filled light. And I could say more about that subject — I could — but perhaps that’s a different confessional, for a different day.