Sometimes the Midwest really does feel like the Midwest. Case in point: the day I snagged this Americana cardstock flyer. One frame later, it became vintage-y poster art.
Does it count as found if you take it off a wall?
It hung without irony in a dive bar in the small town where I grew up. A carnival actually had come to town. Finding this in its natural habitat was irresistible, and luckily, the date was July 5. The bartender looked the other way.
Today it and its random thumbprint hang jauntily in my shed.
Band posters, waste canvases, cool flyers - what throwaway nostalgia could you turn into something a little more permanent?