There is vitality only by means of free generosity. Intelligence supposes good will, and, inversely, a man is never stupid if he adapts his language and his behavior to his capacities, and sensitivity is nothing else but the presence which is attentive to the world and to itself.
Some snapshots from a fun day with Erin at The Junction Flea, an outdoor flea market held every second Sunday of the month.
Going to yard sales and flea markets is one of my favourite pastimes. I love the adventure of sorting through boxes of stuff—scratched up cameras, rusty biscuit tins, dusty records, dog-eared postcards—not knowing what I might find, and finding things I didn’t know I wanted.
Besides photos and music, I’m interested in everyday, utilitarian items. Like the ‘Motorists Operating Record’ booklet I found at St. Lawrence Market, belonging to a Leonard Oleseuk of Port Colborne, who drove a 1930 Ford Model-A in the 1950s, or a receipt for a ship license registration in October, 1961 from the Italian Marine Society in Venice. These objects seem more revealing of their time, than, perhaps, a pretty vase or painting, linking my imagination inextricably with the people to whom they belonged.
Purchase of the day—Petula Clark’s Downtown (1965)
*Tell me (that it’s love) — Love her voice on this track; so sultry.
*You Belong to Me — One of the most romantic songs ever, and Dylan’s version is my favourite, but Petula sings it in a swaying, longing way that’s quite lovely, as well.
inside the fortune teller’s van
writing collagey love letters to Toronto
yummy bbq spicy corn
chrysanthemym iced-tea and chicken roti
mini wooden toys from the ’20s
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