Greets and salutations ///

Yearning for a fresh photographic playground, I recently journeyed into Oakland on the eastern bank of San Francisco Bay to hook up with fellow street clicker JJC. We snapped off for nearly seven hours, from the sun-laden afternoon on into dusk (AKA "The Magic Hour", my most cherished time of day), followed by the velvety black ceiling of night. We covered a reputable distance adding mileage to both soles and soul, roaming about with an eye in the viewfinder and a finger atop the shutter.

A profuse quantity of imagery was gathered, all visual evidence of an incredible day. Due to the friggity fuck load of flicks, I've decided to divide my ocular Oakland journey into a series of parts, or chapters if you will. A measure to maintain attention span as well as provide a more concentrated taste of each area or time of day we captured.

Welcome to Part One.

First stop was the flea market, a reasonably integral community event that truly encompasses "One man's trash is another man's treasure". A glorious gathering of civilian vendors slinging items we all accumulate over time, then come to terms with the fact that we really don't need this or these at all, but maybe I can squeeze a few bucks out of it. Someone else comes along, feels pangs of short term excitement, throws down a few bucks, and hence the cycle repeats itself.

The Laney College Flea Market is a mildly gridded separation of an entire city's flotsam and jetsam up for sale, complete with roasted corn on a stick and port-o-johns. Spectacular.

Here's an eye-savvy smattering of what it was all about, with a dollop of whimsy and delicious color galore. May you too someday find your treasure, no matter where it's buried.

Keep on,
Bones



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Laney College Flea Market :: Oakland :: California :: US :: 06.01.08