A Clutch of Keys

From a neighbor, we've received a windfall of dubious utility and uncertain origin: a clutch of keys — if that's the best collective noun to use for them.

Some are for doors, some are for clocks. All are antiques. They hail from an era when keys were king. No plastic card, no fob, no key code. These are the real thing, known as bit or barrel keys, Wikipedia informs me. They're the kind of keys that belong on a big ring, the kind of keys zealously guarded by housekeepers or superintendents.

Before I began this blog I would not have photographed these keys sitting on the counter. They would have been just another pile of stuff. But now I see the illustrative potential of things, find myself stopping to admire the kooky wall art in the lobby of my building (see yesterday's illustration) or to snap picture of leaf shadows on siding.

It's a new way of seeing ... and yesterday, I saw these keys.