Field Notes: A Collector’s Anecdotes
I once found a worn owl tetradrachm in a box of buttons. Its olive sprig was crisp; its face, ghostly. That contrast sparked my study on image durability. What unexpected place have you found meaningful history?
Field Notes: A Collector’s Anecdotes
I mistook a thunderbolt for a floral spray, until a mentor flipped the coin under raking light. Humility, then clarity. Share a time you misread a sign and how re-seeing changed your understanding.