My walk this morning, turned into a Power Walk. I try to walk most days, alternating between long, slower paced walks and short, fast walks. This started out being a slower paced, long walk… until… I spied three unbroken windows at curbside. It was Trash Day for Watertown, and much to my daughter’s embarrassment, I am a shameless Trash Picker. Back in the days when she was younger and I would give her rides to school, she would cringe as I pulled over to check out a trash find. She would prefer that I do this without her in the car, never quite understanding that if I did not grab that find now and then, it would be gone by the time I dropped her off at school!
Of course, the dilemma of seeing a good trash find while you are out walking presents a challenge. If it is something I think someone else will scoff up while I go home to get my car, I will ask the homeowner if I can keep it on their porch for a few minutes until I can return. These windows were at curbside, in front of an apartment complex, with no good place to stash them for a few minutes. Thus my leisurely walk turned into a Power Walk as I sprinted the quarter mile or so home for my car! Within minutes I was happily loading the windows into my car. A bonus, was finding two more such windows on a side street I happened to take. One had broken glass, so I left that, but the other was in perfect condition.
Why am hoarding these old windows? I will use them for "sample boards" when I experiment with some glass techniques in my studio. More about that in future posts.
