I love Old Stuff. Maybe it’s the increasing affinity I feel as I age, myself. Maybe it’s the lovely and mysterious history carried by venerable objects, the sense of time folding back upon itself to reveal hidden, intertwined stories that intersect, and somehow remain embedded, in the visible and tangible archaeological detritus of the past, whether immediate or ancient. I’d guess it’s both admiration and affinity. I like to think that eventually, somebody bulldozing through the dust-heaps of unremembered time will come across a mark or two of my having existed and find, rather than the dull and quotidian facts of who I was or what I did, a trove of enchanting imagined possibilities colored by the rust and the wreckage.
On this past summer’s travels, it was, as it always is for me, a magical treasure hunt for old and arcane stuff that would feed my imagination just as much as it was a journey of love and learning and newly delightful experiences. Much beauty, a bit of humor, and lots of mystery. So I give you now a collection of the images I found that filled this particular vault of my affections, with more—undoubtedly—to come.
Love all of these especially LIttle Men, the doll, and Alcott!
Yes, I found that combination grabbed my attention especially, too! Speaking of attention-grabbing, you’ll be happy to know that one of the local male cardinals, a big one and most vibrantly red, just hopped into the hummingbird vine outside my window—about the closest any of those scaredy-birds ever comes here. He must’ve known I was writing to a fellow admirer of handsome birds. 😀