SEPIA FLEE MARKET

I just had to experiment alone to see if I mastered the sepia thing.
All items exhibited on the picture origins from flee markets in a period of 30 years.
Now filling every empty space in our hallway.

Selected Poems by Emily Dickinson

I died for beauty but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.

He questioned softly why I failed?
"For beauty," I replied.
"And I for truth,--the two are one;
We brethren are," he said.

And so, as kinsmen met a night,
We talked between the rooms,
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names.

Emily Dickinson is a favorite.
She somehow connects well with sepia.