My friend Nick is more on top of his photos than anyone I know. Whenever he goes to some event or place that might be interesting, he brings his camera along, slung across his chest like a bandolier. I mention that last part only because I am so amazed at how fast he can wriggle his arm into and out of the camera strap when he is ready to go or to take a picture (though in crowds I've sometimes seen him skillfully shoot from the chest to avoid that maneuver). Within hours, I'll receive a notification that a photo album is up online, or see individual pictures posted to Facebook or on Instagram. By contrast, I've been meaning to put photos up in this blog post for about 2 weeks, and to the chagrin of our parents, the photos from our wedding almost 8 years ago have never been made into a sharable album.
A staple of the long summer holiday weekends in Allegan is Richard Porter's wagon sale. Over the weekend of July 4th, my mom, my sister, Matt, and I drove out there to see what treasures Mr. Porter had collected from the various estates he had purchased and spread out on the beds of wagons in his expansive lawn for our perusal.
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| One of several rows of wagons, not to mention the barn filled with furniture. |
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| Avocado green fuzzy bathroom scale. Quite narrow! |
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| Let's not go hunting and say we did by hanging others' trophy antlers on our walls. |
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| This little guy had a slit in the back of his head to accept your coins. |
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| Vintage wools and furs hung on many of the wagons going for a fraction of their original cost at $25. |
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| Mishka, the mascot of the 1980 Moscow Olympic Games. Wait, didn't we boycott that one? |
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| My mom and Matt shopping, with bonus photobomb by longtime family friend, Ray, because you always see someone you know at the wagon sale! (Or the belongings or photos or pill containers of someone you know who has recently deceased...) |
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| Can anyone explain to me what is going on in this picture? |
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| Nun doll! |
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| Another woman and I were both considering this box, but all the fabric was frighteningly polyester. |
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| She's been haunting my dreams ever since. |
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| Later that day my mom said she wished she had a sprinkler, and made me wish I'd picked up this cute little guy for her. |
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| Steampunk biplane out of watch parts! Pretty neat, actually. |
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| Creepy wooden pointing-toe ashtray. Because why? |
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| What we actually purchased. My sister gifted me the picture. The bottle says "Up John" on it. |
If you see anything here you can't live without, you can always try to find it at the next wagon sale over Labor Day weekend! :D
3 comments:
love the pics! Is that what that foot thing is, an ashtray? maybe the toe is pointing because it helps hold up lit cigars?
I'm really bad with pictures too. That's why I only ever use my phone's camera now.
Haha. Some of that stuff is crazy! And people actually buy it eventually. Flea markets are hilarious. The steam pump plane is the best. :)
It appears that the destitute man in the hat is asking the winged baby for some spare change--likely a commentary on how invisible the homeless and their sleighs have become to the feathered class.
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