Down Memory Lane

I took a wrong turn and found myself Down Memory Lane.

Literally.

It's an antique store in Fyshwick.

Flicking through old postcards and photographs, I wonder if my collection will (one day) end up in a similar store.

As I wrote to a friend in January, our possessions take on meaning because they belong to us. We recognise remnants of a past life where others see only 'things'. Curious.

I wonder who took the photo above. And why.