Welcome to Junk Wonderland...enjoy your stay

The location house we are in today fills me with electricity as soon as I walk throught the door. I am charged with an urge to drop my bags and run from room to room touching things and looking, like a child in a toy store.




The owner has been here for 50 years, and has seemingly kept everything from then, frozen in a spooky timewarp covered in dust. I am transfixed by the collections of dusty bottles, of all colours and sizes, by the literally hundreds of pictures and plates and religious hangings covering every wall, eyes looking at you from portraits and dolls, figurines.
Kicking myself for not bringing my camera, I try and absorb it all, then remember the camera on my phone.

I want to be a child here, to celebrate my 10th birthday with a party, where animals and children would join me in the Alice in Wonderland garden and we would roam thru the house, up and down the dusky stairways, in and out of rooms full of wonder, dressed in grown-up gowns with strings and strings of beads around our necks.

Today was a good day, an important one for my career. A crossing over into the next level.
It is all happening now.