Went to the Railroad Museum to sketch and had one of those extraordinary experiences of seeing with new eyes.

There’s scrap heap that sits between the Electrical Substation and the Diesel Locomotive Restoration Shop.

I’ve walked by that scrap heap many times, but yesterday, something about that heap caught my eye. The play of light, the shapes and colors, and the busy mother bird who had four nestlings in a nest crammed into a crevice in one of the phone poles.

There was a very small rusted locomotive stacked on top of four wheels and a bunch of other rusted junk.

Made me wonder what other beauty I’m missing as I bip along filtering out the scrap heaps of my life.

Filed under: Being a Reinventer, Adventures of a Reinventer, Lynne's Reinvention Journey on May 18th, 2009