With Smudge In Yard

I wonder if all you junkers and frequenters of flea markets out there share my feeling that you don’t regret the things you buy nearly as often as the things you don’t buy — in this case the album this little gem came out of and that I could have had in its entirety for I think 30 bucks. Instead I chose just this single image and let the rest go. And all these years later remember it still. 

I picked a special photo, though — that ubiquitous subject, the boy and his dog. Is it Halloween here? Or just a momentary pause in a game of Cowboys and Indians? The dog’s rope leash is still in motion and the boy on the left seems annoyed at the interruption, the interruption that preserved his little-kid scowl and his red and brown feathers and his scuffed maryjanes, if not his name.