I am not even kidding – there must have been 5,000 dishes at this place, an open air antique/junk place beside the highway. To their credit, the owners had done a lovely job of organizing their inventory; all the matching china was together, all the green Depression glass had its own table, beer steins were grouped together, and so forth. At night, the tarps by the tables were flipped across the merchandise and secured with big clamps.

Actual conversation in the car as we drove by:
Me: What the hell is THAT?
Patient Spouse, in a bit of a weary tone: I’ll turn around.

Beaver Bay, Minnesota
photographed 9.26.2019