Yes, those are lamps from street lights for sale. I'm sure all kinds of people went to the auction looking for those.
The annual spring Coombs Farm Auction happened a couple of weekends ago and Kim and I went - we had so much fun the first time we went we decided to make it an annual tradition. (In my family, where we treat traditions with a level of seriousness and commitment most people reserve for their religious beliefs, we believe that if you do something, anything, twice it's a tradition and must be observed faithfully for ever after. Once, if you really have fun.)
If you're a long time reader of the blog and the above photo looks familiar, there's a good reason: the same players were there, bringing the same farm stuff (aka "junk") to be auctioned off by the same family raising money for a children's charity. Here's last year's photo, so you can aompare it to the one above.
Same sign, same guy, slightly different junk. Better weather, though.
This year I didn't try anywhere near as hard to find a diamond in the rough - I just took pictures instead.
Is this junk, or is this junk?
Old rusty barrels.
Dirty and cracked bottles.
Rusty, broken-down Ford tractor.
A fancy cabinet-style incubator with no top and a circuit board full of straw, chicken poop and feathers. It must be functional. For sure.