junk Tag

The first Sunday of every month is the Alameda Flea Market.  It is vast, impossible to see one side from the other.  It has taken me several visits there to learn to pace myself, and not grab everything in sight.  The real challenge is hiking the mile back to the car with your loot.  This time I showed restraint and only picked up one old wooden radio.  The final image in this sequence shows an early concept of what I may do with it, though it is really too soon to tell.