A Yard Sale Visit Took Place on a Cool Saturday Morning
There was a man who actually stopped by one of the yard sales in the neighborhood on that cool Saturday morning. For one reason or another, he liked that their yard sales happened weekly, either just out of curiosity or for an odd find. He wasn’t a collector by any stretch of the imagination, but would wander around yard sales seeking interesting items that may add some character to his place. That day he strolled among rows of tables heaped over with knick-knacks, antique furniture, and worn paperbacks scanning each table for anything that might catch his eye.
Continuing to scan, he spots a dust-covered painting framed leaning against a box pile. It wasn’t striking as a piece-its colors were muted, and the frame seemed old and used. But he was drawn to the composition of the painting, abstract shapes and yet depth, seeming to tell a story so he couldn’t look away. He looked at the brushwork and the patterns of color, appreciating how the artist had run them all together. Despite the imperfections, there was something of quiet elegance about the painting.
As he asked the old lady who sold it to him how much she would sell it for, the old woman smiled and said she’d let him have it for some dollars. She said it was a thing that she inherited from relatives but didn’t know where it came from. With little thought, he agreed to purchase it, swept away by the chance to bring home a unique piece. He took the painting back to his apartment, cleaned it up a bit, and hung it up on the wall. Unbeknownst to him, it would bring an incredible discovery a number of years later.
