{"id":2698,"date":"2009-08-17T07:18:47","date_gmt":"2009-08-17T12:18:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/?p=2698"},"modified":"2009-08-17T07:33:43","modified_gmt":"2009-08-17T12:33:43","slug":"photo-fun-at-the-flea-market","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/2009\/08\/17\/photo-fun-at-the-flea-market\/","title":{"rendered":"Photo fun at the Flea Market"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span class=\"drop_cap\">B<\/span>eloved wanted to do one thing on our summer vacation this year, and no, it wasn&#8217;t painting the bedroom an extraordinary shade of yellow.  He wanted to visit the <a href=\"http:\/\/www.antrimfleamarket.com\/ \">Antrim Flea Market<\/a>, the country cousin of our dearly missed Stittsville Flea Market, gone now for many a years.  Unfortunately, in this summer of never-ending rain, it seemed to rain hardest on Sunday mornings, the only time the flea market is running.  For four Sundays in a row, he was thwarted in his flea market pinings.<\/p>\n<p>And then, this Sunday, the sun shone down with a vengeance!  It was hot, bright, and sunny &#8212; a perfect day for a flea market road trip.  I&#8217;m not a huge flea market consumer, but I do love to browse.  And take photographs!  This one is my favourite &#8211; look closely, it&#8217;s dozens of shiny, sparkly self-portraits!<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/postcardsfromthemothership\/3827496128\/\" title=\"209:365 I've lost my marbles! by Dani_Girl, on Flickr\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm3.static.flickr.com\/2430\/3827496128_a1c5de4b02.jpg\" class=\"frame aligncenter\" width=\"500\" height=\"332\" alt=\"209:365 I've lost my marbles!\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s rare that I actually buy stuff at a flea market.  The boys love to search the boxes for toys, and we usually let them choose a small trinket or two.  Last year, it was all about the Star Wars toys.  This year, it&#8217;s all Pokemon all the time.  Me, I just like to browse.  And touch.  I loved this collection of keys, although if I bought them they&#8217;d only sit in a box somewhere.  <\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/postcardsfromthemothership\/3827477950\/\" title=\"keys by Dani_Girl, on Flickr\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm3.static.flickr.com\/2463\/3827477950_8086d8f7be.jpg\" class=\"frame aligncenter\" width=\"500\" height=\"332\" alt=\"keys\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>I wonder if any of the keys would work with any of these locks?<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/postcardsfromthemothership\/3826678795\/\" title=\"locks by Dani_Girl, on Flickr\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm3.static.flickr.com\/2490\/3826678795_05749377ed.jpg\" class=\"frame aligncenter\"  width=\"500\" height=\"332\" alt=\"locks\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>I came very close to buying this violin.  I don&#8217;t play, and I&#8217;m not sure a flea market instrument is the way to start, but I&#8217;ve always loved the colours and curves in stringed instruments.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/postcardsfromthemothership\/3826688469\/\" title=\"209b:365 Violin by Dani_Girl, on Flickr\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm3.static.flickr.com\/2544\/3826688469_f0e1f80c54.jpg\" class=\"frame aligncenter\" width=\"332\" height=\"500\" alt=\"209b:365 Violin\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>(I liked this picture so much that I thought a B&#038;W version would be nice to showcase the shadows and contrasts.  What do you think?)<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/postcardsfromthemothership\/3826687737\/\" title=\"Violin in b&amp;w by Dani_Girl, on Flickr\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm3.static.flickr.com\/2517\/3826687737_c0e01333d7.jpg\" class=\"frame aligncenter\" width=\"332\" height=\"500\" alt=\"Violin in b&amp;w\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>This 1956 VW Beetle was in near-mint condition.  It wasn&#8217;t for sale, but it was up for raffle.  Beloved bought a $5 ticket and promised that if he wins, he will give the car to his Dad, who has apparently loved a few VW bugs in his time.  (Oh look, there I am again!  Who, me, narcissistic?  No, just in love with shiny things!)<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/postcardsfromthemothership\/3826689763\/\" title=\"1956 VW bug by Dani_Girl, on Flickr\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm3.static.flickr.com\/2450\/3826689763_7aa6fb0167.jpg\" class=\"frame aligncenter\" width=\"332\" height=\"500\" alt=\"1956 VW bug\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>The thing I like about flea markets is the nostalgia.  I showed the boys a couple of those old black rotary-dial telephones and told them about the days when phones said &#8220;rrrrrrrring&#8221; instead of &#8220;oolooloolooloo&#8221;.  We found a <a href=\"http:\/\/cgi.ebay.ca\/NICE-MRS-BEASLEY-DOLL-FAMILY-AFFAIR-SHOW-GREAT-HAIR_W0QQitemZ350239312440QQcmdZViewItemQQptZLH_DefaultDomain_0?hash=item518be3ca38&#038;_trksid=p3286.c0.m14\">Mrs Beasly doll <\/a>just like the one I had when I was seven (rats, forgot to upload that one to Flickr!) and a neat vintage tin lunchbox that I *almost* bought (circa 1975) and a carton of 8-track cassettes that would have worked in the station wagon I learned to drive on when I was 16.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/postcardsfromthemothership\/3826675445\/\" title=\"Coke sign by Dani_Girl, on Flickr\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm3.static.flickr.com\/2541\/3826675445_dcacfdaf61.jpg\" class=\"frame aligncenter\"  width=\"500\" height=\"326\" alt=\"Coke sign\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>I almost picked up some pyrex dishes, too&#8230; pretty AND functional.  But I didn&#8217;t.  The fun is in the looking, and not in the having.  And, of course, in the photographing.  I knew Beloved had completely capitulated to the idea of my 365 project when he started pointing out props I could buy to make interesting shots, or finding interesting objects I could photograph.  <\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t know whether it was the light, or the warm summer day, or kismet, but everywhere I looked there was interesting photographs and most of them turned out better than I&#8217;d hoped.  I kind of wish I could save some of these pictures and use them as the picture of the day over a week or two!  <\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/postcardsfromthemothership\/3827485074\/\" title=\"209c:365 Trucks by Dani_Girl, on Flickr\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm3.static.flickr.com\/2660\/3827485074_1e6f6ddd44.jpg\" class=\"frame aligncenter\" width=\"500\" height=\"332\" alt=\"209c:365 Trucks\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>(There are yet more <a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/postcardsfromthemothership\/sets\/72157621932118665\/detail\/\">flea market pictures in a set on Flickr<\/a>, if you like!)<\/p>\n<p>What about you?  Are you a flea market fan?  Or do you find other people&#8217;s cast-offs more trash than treasure?  Got a favourite flea market find or, even better, another flea market to add to the list of Ottawa&#8217;s Hidden Treasures?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Beloved wanted to do one thing on our summer vacation this year, and no, it wasn&#8217;t painting the bedroom an extraordinary shade of yellow. He wanted to visit the Antrim Flea Market, the country cousin of our dearly missed Stittsville Flea Market, gone now for many a years. Unfortunately, in this summer of never-ending rain, &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/2009\/08\/17\/photo-fun-at-the-flea-market\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Photo fun at the Flea Market&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[33,78],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2698","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-ottawas-hidden-treasures","category-photography"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2698","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2698"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2698\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2702,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2698\/revisions\/2702"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2698"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2698"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2698"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}