On Saturday I was meeting a couple of friends to photograph some old trucks but on the way down I made a detour to Doswell, VA. The news on Friday afternoon had been awash with the newly released information that the Boston Bomber had been 'secretly' buried there in a Muslim cemetery. The town did not seem to be happy about this, hardly surprising since no other burial place would accept the body. I thought I'd drive through and see what I could find out. I stopped at their 7-11 and sure enough the staff bristled as I sympathized with them. I then thought I'd try and find the cemetery and leaving the main road I came across some rail tracks and suddenly I decided that looking for a grave was suddenly very unimportant as I noticed some trains parked next to a very inviting antique store.
I decided to walk very slowly around the perimeter and knew that I was still missing stuff. My brain simply couldn't register it all. As I negotiated my way down the side of the store I was aware of a deep rumbling and a train passed by outside, seeming to be so close that I stopped with my mouth open seriously concerned that it might crash through the wall. It was amazing. I knew I didn't have the time to give the shop my full attention since I had to be elsewhere so made my way to where I could hear a couple of voices talking, one of them belonging to the owner, Tree. Tree is an extremely friendly and welcoming lady and had no apology for not welcoming modern gadgetry into her store. She doesn't own a cell phone or a computer, and so doesn't advertise on line. She simply can't be bothered with any of the technology, preferring a simpler lifestyle, and in all honesty, I envied her. She has no interest in tapping away on a keyboard, preferring to talk directly to people, face to face. She's very adamant about not letting cameras in her shop, saying it had been permitted before but had got out of control, with photographers cramming the aisles armed with cameras and tripods, ruining the pleasure of shoppers or browsers. Again I sympathized, and although itching to snap a few shots, I respected her wishes and had left my camera and purse in the car. So we had a long chat instead and laughed as she apologized for forgetting the flashlights which she usually brings with her to hand out to customers so they can illuminate the darker corners on their meanderings around the store. This place is delightful and amazing. Even though I couldn't take everything in, I was aware of seeing antiques that I'd not seen in previous shops. I shall most definitely return, even if it is sans camera.
Just as I thought we were wrapping up I learned that there was another field of old trucks so we walked over there, although by now I was limping again, and could feel my poor toe had swollen inside my boot.