My mom’s new hobby is going to local antique stores to find creative inspiration for her photographs. Her latest purchase was an old typewriter. She replaced the ribbon and it still works great. It also photographs nicely in the dim light of our dining room.
Once I figured out how to use it, I spent several minutes being thankful that I went to college in the 21st century and several hours typing “all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy” repeatedly until I filled a page. I made a few typos. I still don’t know where the delete key is.
Yesterday, my mom invited me along for the ride to see if a local store had any old medicine bottles, which apparently make interesting subjects. Given that I try not to pass up creative opportunities, I joined her.
She was armed with her fancy Nikon. I followed behind with my iPhone. I was like a toddler following his parents’ Honda Accord down the driveway in Spiderman Battery-Powered Ride On.
It turns out that old antique stores can be a photographer’s dream. Even I found some inspiration. Here are a few of my shots…