Lost and Found
I met a man this week, Ian, who finds things. Things have a way of finding him too. Ian collects objects other people discard and, like his father and grandfather before him, he preserves them.
Ian showed me some of his collection, including bottles found in the dirt…
teaspoons, collected over the years…
Aboriginal flints…
an early fridge, operated by trickling water down the canvas sides…
an old record player…
and, alarmingly, an early machine for administering electric shock therapy that still works.
There was something about browsing amongst those treasured objects that opened my eyes to what you can find if you’re prepared to stop and look. So I stopped the car as I drove away from his station, and look what I found, hidden in the dirt…
Best of all, it looks like I’ve found another chapter for the next book.
7 comments on “Lost and Found”
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I can’t tell what that is. Looks like a frog with a stick body. I know when you tell me what it is , I’ll say “why didn’t I see that?!”
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aha, I see what you mean! I don’t know for sure but it looked like a small lizard, its tail is poking out to the left 🙂
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Deb, do I feel another dump trawl adventure coming on? Can’t wait for this book! Happy uncovering, collecting and sharing!
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I’d love to go back to that dump. Name the day (and thanks to Sue K I have a fly net!) You would have LOVED some of the treasures Ian collects.
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Deb. you’re going to need a bigger house if you are going to start collecting! 🙂 Could I call the contents of my loft a ‘collection’?
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hey sis how are you? I couldn’t possibly compete with you and your loft, let me know if ever you plan to sort it out, I’ll jump on the next plane!
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Wow – all interesting stuff!
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