Treasure Hunting

I went to our summer antiques fair.

and pretended I was a photojournalist.

Got my share of funny looks.

But I didn’t care. I was there to play.

with dolls

and monkeys

and just when things could have turned a little creepy.

i found sunshine

and met grace.

Then the windmills called me home.

but I’ll return.

there are more stories in these fields.