on old things.
I just love old things. I love taking pictures of old things. Last week found me in one of my favorite antique shops in downtown Wichita. There I was, surrounded by a half-dozen antique baby carriages, and I had to force myself not to buy one, or two, or all of them (they were all very different, you see, and each one completely loveable in its own way). Silly, I know. But it really kind of hurt me inside to leave those lovely old carriages behind.
So I came home and took pictures of my great-grandmother’s old silverware instead.