Junk. It loves me. I love it. So much so that it moves me. I was just sitting here at my (messy) desk listening to "When I Ruled the World" from Coldplay for maybe the, umm, 7th time in a row. My camera was beside me and I started moving some of the items on my desk. The lighting is poor because it's raining cats dogs and cows here but these items were directing me what to do...
The small brown non-descript book I picked up at a yard sale for 25 cents a while back. It has been patiently sitting beside my fax machine, feeling out of place. Published in 1864 I couldn't leave it there. Plus, I felt sorry for the yard sale lady. Her 87 year old father had just moved in with her and let's just say things were off to a rocky start. (that start including her selling off all of his old things!)
A stack of old postcards sat to my right. Fresh from an ebay auction win, I hadn't even really looked through them. My right hand grabbed the stack and the Eiffel Tower jumped out.
The 'art deco' metal X and O also came from ebay (ebay, can you cut me a deal here?) Hundreds of these metal letters are sitting in an old box beside my computer monitor. Inspiration hasn't hit me yet for these. The X and the O wanted to come out though.
Finally, an old tape measure that sits on my desk (to measure my patience level) wanted in on the action.
A photograph was born.
When junk calls, I listen. Let your junk guide you! You just never know where it will take you...