A trip to the old Merrimack Scrap Metals junkyard with Steve, who was looking for a particular piece of steel for a project, really stoked my imagination. There were all sorts of industrial scraps in varied sizes and shapes, heaps of old railroad nails, machinery and tools. What a feast for the creative eye! We became regular customers and spent many weekends combing through the heaps looking for great finds, which we bought by the pound. Steve has welding equipment and experience so he taught me to weld and, together, we assembled whimsical metal sculptures. Unfortunately, the scrap yard has closed. We still have materials on hand, though, and our scrap pile grew when we removed two ancient heating systems from our house. On my 50th birthday I was given a bent up, rusted, old crowbar as a gift and was totally pleased to get it! Anything, everything, is a potential art material.
Our favorite pieces are the birds. One is outside at my Dad’s house in Connecticut, the other is just into the edge of the woods by our house. It doesn’t photograph well there, blending into the trees even though it is over 6 feet tall, so we’ll have to wait for spring to haul it out and take a picture. Perhaps I’ll remember the camera on the next trip to see my Dad.
Porch plant stands
Yes, here is Dad’s Bird, but standing in 6 inches of snow so you can’t see its long legs! It looks different from every angle, so is hard to photograph.
Cow, and leggy thing with antennae
Smallest bird
