Peddler’s Junction Vendor Mall

I finally made it into my area’s newest source for treasure hunting yesterday. It’s called Peddler’s Junction Vendor Mall and it recently opened in Lancaster.

This store is fairly large and has over 300 vendor spaces. It’s a nice mixture of things – antiques, vintage, crafts, new decor and some flea market kind of stuff.

Like any vendor mall, the prices are all over the place but I thought they were mainly reasonable.

I was thrilled to find records.

There’s a lot of farmhouse stuff.

Some handmade items.

Lots of antiques too.

Interested? Learn more at their website.

Serenity and the Great Salt Lake

This woman was taking pictures during my visit to the Great Salt Lake and she seemed to be standing everywhere I wanted to take pictures.

After a couple of frustrating attempts to work around her, I gave in and incorporated her into some images.

I really like this one. It’s serene and a bit haunting. She looks at peace.

This picture is a good reminder that sometimes you just have to go with the flow and work with your circumstances – in photography and in life.

Read about my Salt Lake visit here and here.

Blue Skies

The sky was such a clear, brilliant blue the other day that I had to pull over and grab a few pictures.

Like this great tree and barn.

And these shiny silos.

And this pretty church.

I have more pictures of the church so I’ll tell you more about it another day.

Blue skies and sunshine. They just make everything better.

Wonder Where It Goes?

Do you ever look at a road, a river or a railroad track and just wonder where it goes? Sometimes I turn down a road just to see where it might end up.

Sometimes I look at railroad tracks and wonder who and what have traveled them. Where do they end?

I took this picture on Saturday. I was on a familiar road but one that I don’t travel very often so it was a kind of fun treat to pull over and capture this image.

Tonight I will dream of the far off places these tracks might go.

Harry Ferguson and the Weirdness I Photograph

The people in my life probably think I’m nuts when I get excited about some of the things I photograph. For example, check out this old Harry Ferguson tractor in my cousin’s driveway.

I had no camera or phone with me so I had to borrow a phone to snap these pictures.

Yes, it sounds a smidge nuts.

I know you have a burning desire to know who this Harry Ferguson fellow was. He was an Irish born British mechanic and inventor who evidently played a major role in the development of the modern farm tractor.

He also developed a plow that could be attached to a Model T car, a real game changer for farmers who needed a car as well as an ability to plow- both expensive investments in a day before everyone lived on credit.

Funny – when I toured the Model T Museum in Richmond, Indiana during my National Road adventure last year, I learned a little about this topic. Oh… you haven’t read my account of the Model T Museum tour? Well, you need to so click this link as soon as you’re done reading this story!

A quick Google search tells me that he also developed the first four wheel drive Formula One car AND was the first person in Ireland to build and fly his own airplane.

And yes, he is THAT Ferguson – his name lives on today in the Massey Ferguson Company.

So back to my brand of crazy.

I just loved old cars, trucks, tractors and really any kind of large equipment or vehicle that has interesting lines or patina.

Bonus points for neat gauges and cool wheels!

One of these days someone will find me wandering through a junk yard, snapping photos of rusty old car taillights and gas gauges like a woman possessed.

For now though it’s just a cute little quirk….

No Boys Allowed

I found this on my hike the other day. It was pretty close to the middle of nowhere so it was hard to pass by – especially given that it made me giggle.

Plus, it suits my recent mood as I’ve all but given up on the idea of dating. I met someone kind of recently who I thought had potential but I was wrong. So back to my solitary life I go, wandering the backroads and trails and making pictures of all the stuff I see.

It’s a pretty good life I have and I’m frequently reminded of this by couples arguing in public and parents struggling to manage their difficult kids.

I can go anywhere I please, whenever I like and there’s no one along to say “I don’t know… where do you want to eat?” every time you have to choose a restaurant.

Here’s another fun image from that hike. In case you’re wondering, I was on the Buckeye Trail between Cedar Falls and Ash Cave. It’s an easy hike where you’ll see some wildlife and hear a lot of birds.