I’m double recessive when it comes to accumulating “stuff.” One man’s junk is generally my treasure. Believe me, I’m paying for it in the accumulations of my senior years.

This collection of images is very unusual for this site; none of the images are taken by me. They have been found here and there; flea markets, antique shops, old cameras, family cabinets, and nooks and crannies here and there. The artists of these images are likely never to be found, but why let their images die?