My fleamarket find

For years, I've wanted a little old painting, dimmed by time, to mix in with my newer items. Last Sunday, at Aberfoyle, I spied this little gem. It may not look old in the photo, but in reality, it's darker and murkier-looking. The frame is wood and in great condition, the painting is on masonite and it's signed. It's the back of the painting that's a bit of a mess and that attests to its real age. The price was right (for me). So I brought it home. A week later, I'm still very happy that I didn't pass it by.

I could clean it up, but I'm not going to. There is so much charm in the way it is. When I'm gone, perhaps it will end up at a flea market again, and some tender soul will take it home and cherish it. I hope.