Into the abyss.

Went junkin’ with Leigh, with Portland buddies Wille, Rebecca and Cory Grove (this guy, unfortunately) and headed up to St. John’s to a house packed with “50 years” of stuff. That’s a long time. It was the second day of the sale, and the place had been picked over thoroughly by all the Portland estate sale buzzards. I still managed to score some good shots, and a stack of wild ephemera. Wille, that coffee-stained little Fin, scored an industrial sewing machine. Good snag, buster!

Good linework.

Easily the greatest toilet seat cover box of all time.

That “W” is covered, but still reached out to me.

Leigh found this one. I totally missed it. Dumb-ass boyfriend.

This little fucker blew me away.