We went to a garage sale some friends were having, they are a fixture here a ritual as they are in many places. Some are poignant, in that they often follow the deaths of parents and grandmothers, whose loving heirs gather their things and send them back into the world. Here, I was struck by Sadie who was drawn to this fountain in the garden, her great-grandmother’s things lined up in the driveway. The power of time is always clear in garage sales, the pieces of a life offered to to the world.