Beth and I recently visited a French-themed shop that smelled like flowers. There weren’t any flowers in there that I could see, so I’m guessing the smell came from imported candles or perfumes. I don’t usually have much interest in smelly shops, but I soon discovered a large wire basket overflowing with vintage photographs. I spent the next hour going through the pile and came away with seven snapshots. Here they are:
I put this first picture in my buy pile before I even noticed that the “snowman” appears to be made up of bird-shaped creatures piled on top of each other. I’m not sure where in the world they make snowmen like this, but the handwriting on the back makes me think it’s nowhere near here. (You can click on this one to read the back. Maybe you’ll recognize the language.)
Maybe this picture was taken on a trip to Alaska. There’s nothing written on the back.I thought it would be easy to figure out what baseball stadium these two guys were standing in front of, but I haven’t had any luck so far. I thought at first that it might’ve been Wrigley Field because of the WF signs, but Wrigley doesn’t actually look like that. If only the player would turn a bit so I could see the team name on his uniform. The guy on the right cracks me up.This one, of course, goes in the main collection.I’m not usually interested in photographs of children, but I like how this little girl is zipping along. She’s about to zoom right out of frame. Either that, or fall down. I called this one “I’m Walkin” after the Fats Domino song. I heard it playing in my head as soon as I saw the picture.It’s not every day that I come across a picture of a man playing the musical saw. It’s even rarer to find a picture of a man playing the musical saw next to (what appears to be) drops of blood. It’s probably just paint, but the story sure does get weird if you imagine it’s blood.Without even really meaning to, I’ve managed to start a collection of musical instrument photographs. I’ve got about a dozen so far. I’ve got ukuleles, mandolins, guitars, saxophones, a musical saw, and now an accordion. You can’t really tell from this scan, but the accordion has the name “Erik Olson” written on it. I guess there were a lot of accordions back then and you had to write your name on yours to tell it apart from the others.