The Great Glebe Garage Sale

As the sky changed colours and the end of the day drew near, I was left with a kaleidoscopic experience of people’s life; layer upon  layer of objects which had no takers, super imposed unto items which did, the seductive items and the things that never even stood a chance, the ones taken out of faded attics from rose papered trunks and perfumed tissue paper. The laid back sellers, the over heated ones, the shared stories, the buyers recalling childhood memories and rekindling passions with some of their finds, the people packing it in looking forward to putting their feet up with a soothing cup of jasmine tea. A great opportunity to discover people under a different, more revealing light than that everyday busy one that life sheds upon them and through this an even greater opportunity to look into myself.


And best of all, the experience which lies beyond the sublime items found to-day; the watery glassware, the tempting, intricate tiles, the  faded silk, all on the threshold of the very life they have known, through a time scented passage, offering us a panorama of the living hues of those who held this object in their life for a while.

 

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