I’m at it again and finding myself wandering through my favorite antique/vintage malls, just because, I think, that they’re calling out for my companionship. Aged dishware, old garden pottery and vintage items whisper stories to me. Woe is me to find friendship in junk. I’m not ashamed.
I touch, smell, ask and listen.
I answer back with a gazillion questions —–Hello? Where have you traveled from? How long have you been here? Are you lonely? Do you want to be purchased? Or do you enjoy sitting there on that shelf, watching all us passer-by’s? Maybe I ask too much, think too much, but curiosity get the best of me.
Familiar items that haven’t been purchased are waiting for me again. You’re still here! That’s OK, I’m thrilled to see an old friend again.
Finding little nurseries, full of blooming life, surrounded by aged wisdom, is especially beautiful. The contradictions of time, color and contract tell more of a compelling story. I was drawn to an old Ford F-250 truck: rusted, faded, engine-less and beautiful. Keeping this old geezer company were small pots of flowers, greenery, life. They were keeping each other company, each telling stories of past lives, drivers and future gardeners. Hah. I just love that.
This time, I armed my self with my favorite, all around lens, the 50mm 1.4 .This lens is fast and effective in indoor, lower light conditions. It’s small, discreet, a silent buddy that doesn’t make me look like a paparazzi. And yes, both Nikon and Canon have this lens available.
With this great lens, I was able to capture all the stories that whispered out to me. Hopefully you can see why I love hearing ghost stories so much.
I love a good, old, rusted ride
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