Big Sale, part I

On Saturday Pam and I went to downtown Sarasota at the farmers' market to get some peppers and watch dogs sniff butt and tow their masters and mistresses. Afterwards, we stopped by Womens' Exchange to see the Big Sale, 75% off on select items. Justice (below) was a little too big for my kitchen apothecary. So I unzipped the trusty little Kodak camera bag which hangs on my belt and started checking price stickers.

Oh, you don't know how I wrestled with myself over this blindfolded woman. Appearing to me on January 24, 2009, she seemed to be a good omen needful of rescuing and exhibition somewhere in my cluttered workroom.

I think that's a load of Orange Peppers she has in the basket.

Roasted Peppers give me the shivers.

Big Sale shelves started to look like a nest full of hungry birds.

Big Sale. Ceramics for plants. Small ticket items.

Not sure if I'd use the five-holer for roses or breadsticks.

Big Sale, part II

I began to enjoy the asymmetry of the shelf displays. The items were perused, handled, settled back down on the shelf, slightly askew. That imbalance seemed to give the viewfinder more opportunities to frame the subjects. 

I could have spent hours in Womens' Exchange photographing a raft of everyday items primed for new ownership via the price sticker. But it was Saturday and we had other work to do.

These three alone escaped the burden of the price sticker.

I'm really confused about the difference between cherubs and angels vs mothers and babies.

I like the statue, but tell me, what is happening here? I mean

in addition to the Big Sale price sticker?

These elegant fellows almost made it to my book shelves, but they reminded me of

"hear no evil, see no evil" a little too much.

I'll bet they are gone when I get back there tomorrow.

I had to sneak in another self portrait when I saw this mirror.

As far as I know this is the real me: Big Sale Ger.