So on a recent trip to Vermont I actually found a way to entertain myself at a local antique shop. Usually, when I’m dragged to these types of shops, I wander around, staring at the ceiling, hoping my wife or family doesn’t take too long. I just don’t have the antique bug. I take nothing away from people who love antiquing, but it bores the hell out of me.

So at this recent visit I started checking out the various plastic dolls and statuettes, specifically their faces. And the more I did that the more they started to seem almost alive, with sad, happy, lost, and even demented expressions.

I decided to take as many photos of these faces as I could. I must have looked strange to the store’s staff, me some weirdo taking photos of little dolls and wooden statues, not buying anything, just snapping away.

The set came out great. And the more I look at them the more human they seem.

You tell me.

Enjoy the photos. I think I’ll take more of these.

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