Marshfield Flea Market

Cissy and I spent a few hours on this beautiful fall day at the Marshfield flea market.

There was a small field filled with open air stalls selling all kinds of merchandise.

Plastic cows.

An assortment of walking sticks.

Me, Vernon, eating fried dough.

I bought this little clay bowl as a gift for my friend Moira who lives in Massachusetts but has previously lived and often vists Sedona, Arizona.

Notice the depiction on the bowl of the magnificent red sandstone formations and the ocotilla cactus. This is the work of a true artist and craftsperson.