Sunday Morning Sales
Laid, bare on floors and tables for all to see, portraits of people through possessions/ Painting a picture of the sellers, these items tell their story... but no a story of who they are now, and possibly not who they ever were? But a story of who they no longer are or never were.
These once loved and cherished items, now no longer needed. These hobbies, the past times and things we've used up and consumed... the unwanted crap we accumulate.
For, every toy someone has outgrown or unwanted present someone was bought, is laid for us all to see at the carboot sales on a Sunday Morning, in a field somewhere in England.
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Dead Photographers
This idea of photos that were taken to be shared, now discarded and forgotten about as soon as the photographer died worried me.