Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Unhinged.

We were in an old Connecticut hardware store one day and found this great wall of used hinges. Some were brass or bronze, and others, iron. Some were made for front doors and barn doors, others for sheds, and some for gates. I was especially intrigued with the beautiful workmanship, but hanging on the wall, they were useless. They had become unhinged, and hung on the wall just hoping someone would notice. Do you know the feeling?

They were created by a blacksmith to have both form and function. He saw a purpose for each one before he formed it. We see the form, but unless they are attached to a gate or a door, they have no function. Perhaps they got bent out of shape, or rusty, and just could not perform anymore. Now all they do is hang around, waiting, hoping, that someone will notice their potential and once again use them to let people pass through the gate. After all that's why they were created in the first place.

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