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Walks Around Seattle Continued

small gate

Bicycle wheel gate

This gate delights me in many ways. While it may have been made by the homeowner, it shows clever use of repurposed materials. I appreciate the movement of the wheel and the large wing-nut used as a handle reminds me of a wind-up toy.

The groove in the path is a nice solution to assist with tracking. The bearings on the track are a nice touch also.

chain-link, pipe railing, fabricated railing, wood fence and cobblestone steps.

So many materials and methods

What catches my eye, after noticing the cobblestones, is the variety of materials used in such close proximity to each other. A pipe handrail, chain-link fence, a wood fence and a fabricated railing all live happily together at this person’s entryway.


Walks around Seattle

Some things catch my eye while I am out walking about. As a blacksmith/metalworker, it is only natural that I would notice the sort of things that I might be called upon to make. As a designer, I am fascinated by the vast number of solutions that others come up with and what has been done before.

This is a pictoral journey that captures some interesting objects I find during my walks. Some bear strong evidence of a human hand. Some carry the indelible marks of age and speak to a time that has come before. I find all of these interesting in some way. I hope you enjoy walking with me.

old garden gate

A gate on a path

old gate by old shed wall

Gate in situ


Sweeping curves, traditional joinery

Gates of the imagination

A detail of a pair of gates

There were two sets of gates across the road from where I grew up. I used to visit them as a child and admire the spider webs that decorated them in late summer. I would visit at other times as well; how the stark contrast with the snow made them seem even more solid, or how well-placed they seemed as the first buds of spring began to emerge. When I was small, I would sometimes touch them ever-so-lightly, afraid that I might make them tremble upon the hinges set in stone columns.

It has been over forty years since I first interacted with these gates. Now I call myself a blacksmith and have done so for over twenty years. When I see these gates now, I still marvel over the construction and regardless of how often I have seen them before, I still find new things to admire. The difference between myself as child and myself as a seasoned, adult blacksmith, is that I grasp them with both hands now.