It's true that my longing for scrap iron has nothing to do with this young man. OR DOES IT?
In this blog, I hope to begin to understand why I am obsessed with scrap iron. I believe it is connected to the cycle of life, and the mystery of extracting it, using it, and tossing it aside to either forget it, or turn it into something new.
That's kind of like the cycle of human life, too. Nathan was extracted from my sister, molded into a baby, a child and adolescent....all natural, theoretically, but formed intentionally, shaped into a swimmer, muscles forged by the water, for the water. Are we really that different from Iron? Well yes, we are a different material. But maybe it’s the process of life that I can see in iron that draws me to it?