Other people's pictures...

A few weeks ago at the flea market in Raleigh, I stumbled upon a guy who had about 30 boxes full of family photographs. All eras, all parts of the country. Whenever I see this, I always wonder how they ended up in a flea market. Was the person who owned them the last of the line of family and when they passed away they were sold at an estate sale? Was it uncaring grandkids cleaning out an attic? Whatever the case, I always feel a little responsible to preserve some of them, so I bought about twenty of them. The one in this post is my favorite. She sits on the shelf above my desk and gives me that sassy glare every morning, daring me to get some work done because she knows that, in my heart, I'm just a no good slacker.