At the flea market

photo by Sylvia
photo by Sylvia

flats of flowers
musty books
small painter’s box*
fondue pots
herbs in baskets
old keys
pickle jars
homemade soaps

*I bought this little box for $1.00. It smells like linseed oil
(love that smell) and although most of the paints are stiff
and dry, I’ll keep them and add my own pencils and tools
to the collection. Treasure.

19 thoughts on “At the flea market”

    1. Yes, I love them. Although I’m careful what I buy now. There are many times I come home without having purchased anything which is ok too. But for $1.00 I absolutely could not leave this little treasure.

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  1. Good deal! Oil paints are expensive! 🙂 You actually paint beautiful poems with words and colorful observations.

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  2. I find that acquiring items used by others brings not only the gift of the item itself but also the energy and experience imparted by the former “owner.” What do you think? Loved that your purchase was just $1, surely adds to the authentic quaintness of the image and the poem.

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    1. I could not agree more. Which is why I will keep the tubes of oil paint even though most are hard and dry. Someone used them and I want to believe they were kind and interesting and their spirit called to mine at a Sunday afternoon flea market.

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  3. Not something I do regularly, but wandering through a flea market on occasion is fun. Mainly I look. Although in the last flea market Peggy and I visited we found a bandana with a map of my favorite backpacking ever… a treasure, and I bought it. 🙂 –Curt

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  4. You do know that your photos and small, focused stories can inspire stories that could be created from them? A rather wondrous talent, that.
    🙂
    Also, I always have liked the story, ‘The Neverending Story’.

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  5. It is a movie and first a book, about a boy entering a fantasy world and he plays his part in a story that continues on, forever. That is the premise, that we are all in a story that continues over time, and we play our parts. Much the same thought as “All the world’s a stage. And all the men and women merely players…”as Shakespeare wrote.

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      1. The movie is part one and two to complete the entire book. I really like the idea, it has been a long time since I saw it, maybe 1985 or something like that.

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