yesterday i went to the big alameda flea market. what a beautiful day it was and the market was just swarming with hunters and gatherers. there was a trail of cars that started from the bay bridge and ended at the flea market. it was like a line of ants marching towards a sugar cube. and though it was a fun day, i wasn't finding many treasures. to me, most of the junk seemed like bad junk, not good junk.
but i did manage to score these little babies with their appendages still intact.