Groovy Yard Sale

On a recent Saturday, I was trying to get to a NC State University neighborhood church rummage sale when traffic was diverted due to a fireman's funeral parade. I went onto a shady old side street that I never go down and, lo and behold, there was a young kid flipping a homemade sign like a batton that advertised a tag sale at an overgrown (but beautiful) cottage down the street. I decided to check it out.Glad I did. THIS is what a yard sale should look like. Turns out that the homeowner collected quite a lot way back and she stuffed it back in the detached garage. Years of vines, idle cars and dust created that perfume of stagnant time, caught and permeating in a forgotten, overgrown eddy. Trapped for pickers, like me, to discover.
Here is one of the items that I picked up. It's a copper plated ashtray from the 1930s advertising Galion steamrollers. I think that it matches my copper cigar humidors pretty nicely.
Usually, I steer away from small framed photos because they get lost if you put them on a wall. However, this small photo of a fencing student (?) looks really good hung over my wine rack.