Since my Omaha trip, I've become a bit obsessed with photographing antique stores and thrift shops. (In Mississippi, I'm convinced the difference in the two stores lies only in the owners' sensibilities - not the actual content of the stores. Or as one sign reads, "We buy junk and sell antiques.") When I was leaving my B.A.L.O.O. training, I spied these great statues at the front of Pette's Antiques and had to stop to photograph them. And since I stopped to photograph the statues, I might as well go inside too.
And I took pictures. And they looked at me like I was insane. But I'm getting used to it. ;)
When I'm shopping with my mother, it drives her crazy. She keeps saying, "They're going to tell you to put the camera away." But I don't understand why they would care that I am taking pictures. And no one has asked me to yet, so I will keep doing so until they make me!
There's a kind of random beauty in the objects and their display that you can only find in these shops. Nowhere else. (OK, I did find it in the grocery store one night, but it was a one-time event I'm sure.)