My brother Greg, a carpenter by trade, has many gifts; but one that I particularly take brotherly pride in is his talent for what some might call scavenging but I prefer to call re-imagining found objects.
What others see as useless waste or used-up gadgets, he sees as valuable construction materials or unrealized art objects. This talent has proved beneficial for me personally, as he will sometimes call and say, “I can get some really nice marble stone that is heading to the landfill but would make a great walkway for that area by your side door.”
Our place is much more organized because of his efforts.
Recently, he was working for a homeowner who wanted to replace some old 14-foot cedar beams with some new 14-foot cedar beams. Although they were not appropriate for the second-story deck being remodeled, a few of the old beams destined for the trash bin were still solid.
Greg glommed onto them then called to tell me his idea. “I’m thinking we could use these beams to build a bridge across that small creek with the steep banks down in the meadows.” It sounded good to me.
So he showed up a few days ago, and the two of us along with Sydney the dog headed down to the creek at the bottom of the dam. The creek we were planning to span has cut a gap four to five feet below the two meadows it separates.