Buyer BEWARE and Then Some

This is just a little note to tell people to think twice about buying any of my books from third party sellers. First they jack them up to ridiculous prices and secondly they don't actually have the books; this is on both eBay and Amazon. They are scamming you to pay for something they never acquired themselves and then charging insane prices for the book and the shipping. Please think twice about buying from them. This is sort of a crooked thing Amazon is aware of and allows to happen. Just buy the book direct if you want one. They're nice books and I don't want people to have bad experiences trying to get them. I have pride in them and these sellers just make me want to take a shower to wash off the disgust.

And now back to my regular programming.

This is a photo my friend Bert gave me. Cute little fella with a very tiny wagon. I mean a really tiny wagon. Not much would fit in that wagon except maybe some gumdrops or a tiny bear. You have to use your imagination with a wagon that small.

There's no information about the little fella or the photographer.

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Tattered and Lost volumes 1 to 9 available at Amazon.

The SUBLIMENESS OF BEING A CAT

For your viewing pleasure. 

A collection of cat snapshots in a new book. If you're a cat lover I think you'll enjoy this.

Tattered and Lost: The Sublimeness of Being a Cat

AN AMERICAN DREAM

For years I've looked at vintage photographs of families standing in front of their homes from long ago. They have always fascinated me. The people are immediately put into the context of their lives. You understand a little bit more about them.

My newest book, Tattered and Lost: An American Dream, is about houses and the people who lived within. From grand houses to one room buildings on a prairie, the people that lived inside are fascinating. The variety of architecture is fascinating.

This book is different from my previous books because each spread is dedicated to one photo only. On the verso page is an enlargement of the people in the photo, the recto shows the full photo.

There are a lot of stories here to be told.

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Tattered and Lost volumes 1 to 8 available at Amazon.

A MUD PIE tea party

I always enjoy when I find a photo of a tea party, especially a children's version. I'll leave it to you decide which party you'd have chosen to attend.

This first image was found at an antique store with no information on the back. It is featured in my book Tattered and Lost: Vernacular Photographs.


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This image is from Betty Schnabel's mother's photo album. Sadly there's no information given about any of the photos in the album so we have to create our own stories and hope Betty would approve.


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The inspiration for this post is the Sepia Saturday prompt this week. It was tempting to do wicker. I love showing the power of wicker. I felt a bit of mud and tea was more appropriate.

The DANCE OF THE LAUNDRY

It's Saturday, laundry day. Sometimes Sunday is laundry day if Saturday looks as if there won't be enough sun or breeze to dry things on the line.

I love hanging laundry on the line. People these days think that's odd. Whole communities prevent people from hanging out their laundry. Children have grown up never knowing the fun of running amongst sheets hanging on the line. They are used to hearing the dryer running and not the sounds of a spring morning as you do a repetitive task without thinking.

I believe those of us who love the flapping of a white sheet in the sun can easily see the movement as dance. So, in honor of the Sepia Saturday prompt this week, I give you Laundry Dancing.


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Did someone say TURKEYS?

The most turkeys I've ever seen grouped together in the front yard was around eight-five. That only happens at certain times of the year, specifically the springtime. I think you can guess why. It's like a bad night at a sleazy bar when they all get together. You feel sorry for the young males because they're not even allowed to fan their tails and parade.

I have one turkey I call Norman who was most likely born last year. He's too young to fan dance so he comes and sits quietly on my front lawn in the shade by himself. A year ago I had two males I called Frank and Beans. Frank knew his name and would come running when I called him, Beans was younger and hadn't fully grasped that the old woman with the container of seed was his friend. I try to not get emotionally attached to my turkeys because there are things that go bump in the night. If you've never heard a flock of turkeys screaming in the middle of the night be glad.

As to the male turkeys in this slide…if they all started talking at once…a cacophony of birds…with the help of a little auto tuning and a repetitive beat…sure fire hit on iTunes.


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A man's home is his CASTLE...

but a comfy room will do nicely for a woman. I think most women want a nest. It could be a sparse nest or one brimming with treasures, but not a castle. A castle is too much to clean. A castle is for a bloated ego. A quiet room will do quite nicely, thank you.

I have no information on this image. This woman has her treasures nicely arranged. This room was important to her. I wish all women had a room that was important to them where they could feel safe being themselves.









This is my submission for this weeks Sepia Saturday.