There are seven wonders in the world that have earned the right to be called “Wonders,” with a capital “w.” They are the Big Ben clock tower, the Eiffel Tower, the Gateway Arch, the Aswan Dam, The Hoover Dam, Mount Rushmore National Memorial, and the PETRONAS Twin Towers.
Then there are those wonderful life-changing wonders, like the birth of a baby, a rainbow, and seeing life through the eyes of a child.
But to me, there are also a million “lesser wonders,” those things that I call the lower-case “w” wonders. They are those things that you could sit in front of for hours and still not really grasp how they fit into the world. They are those things that cause you to pause and just say, “Huh.”
Recently, I ran across one such wonder while on a drive with my husband as he was checking the carrot fields. As we turned the corner to drive further down onto a gravel road, there it was: a total contradiction to the landscape that surrounds it. A graveyard for old forklifts…yep, forklifts.
And then I had that gut reaction that caused the inner me to simply want to say, “Huh?” I asked my hubby to pull over so I could just try and grasp it. Thinking I had lost my mind, he rolled his eyes, yet lovingly pulled the car over so I could take it all in. I don’t know why it was so disarming to me; logically it seems that they would have to go somewhere, yet I had never really given any thought as to where they would go.
As I sat there looking at the rows and rows of rusted old forklifts, trying to come up with something that someone could do to re-purpose them, it dawned on me: I was not alone. Had someone been able to come up with such a plan, these sad little machines wouldn’t still be sitting here, causing me to take a pause, a sad little tribute to our modern civilization.
“There has to be something that someone can do,” I heard myself pleading. (But I have to admit, I wasn’t quite ready to be the first one to adopt one and stick it into my front yard with a pot of flowers on it.) But still I kept thinking, someone should really do something. In that moment, more than any one moment before, I was thankful for those artists who can take this stuff and find a way to make it useful again.
I left there with no real solution, but it will forever be one of those scenes I replay in my mind…a small “w” wonder.