Sunday morning at a Trash and Treasure market is not a place you will normally find me.
I’m usually practicing my ‘contemplation meditation’ (sleeping).
But last Sunday I decided to go to the Trash and Treasure market and take some photos.
After several tours of the car park I eventually found a spot under a tree, near a fence. I was one of the lucky ones. There were other poor souls in perpetual drive mode desperately seeking probably the only real treasure at the market – a parking spot.
I systematically walked up and down each aisle, cluttered with cars, sellers, and narrowly dodging kids, adults – all looking for a bargain that would justify a trip to this open aired display of trash and treasure.
I took photos of some of the sellers who looked like they wanted to be somewhere else.
But the fellow in this photo was different.
He was laughing and his friendly banter ‘one dollar, one dollar, jut for you’ attracted people towards his goods which were displayed on a blanket on the ground in front of his van.
I raised my camera and he spotted me and yelled, ‘yes, take my picture, take my picture’.
I quickly took his picture and waved in acknowledgement.
He grinned and waved back.
For me that interaction was the real treasure at the Trash and Treasure market.
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