yesterday i went to the big alameda flea market.  what a beautiful day it was and the market was just swarming with hunters and gatherers.  there was a trail of cars that started from the bay bridge and ended at the flea market.  it was like a line of ants marching towards a sugar cube.  and though it was a fun day, i wasn’t finding many treasures.  to me, most of the junk seemed like bad junk, not good junk.

but i did manage to score these little babies with their appendages still intact.