The fact that I often get up at 5 am and drive down to south Jersey to walk the flea market is sometimes mind boggling to me. Especially when my only find in a day, is a set of mini screwdrivers. What possessed me to buy these? What possesses me to wake for that early morning search? I cannot put it into words, but I love it. Steve is confused sometimes by it all, but when we start to shoot and "paint" the images, he slowly sees how and why I am driven by this.

These screwdrivers were so petite, yet so detailed. Did I buy them to fix the eyeglases that always seem to break? That seems way too practical for me. They are merely objects to add to an everchanging eclectic group of things that I own, shoot and sell.

Shooting these were a bit of a challenge. I've had the plastic vials for years, bought at an estate sale in Rockland County. I think the detail of both the screwdriver and the vials, with the metal tops, remind me of one another in size and care.

Always a fan of old writing and stamps, the vials were right in line with the other objects I own.

Please, try to take time this Fall to visit a vintage Flea market. You never know what you might find.