Always leads so ineluctably to the junk drawer. Growing up, we had several, each packed beyond capacity with thankless ephemera--twine, half a suit of clubs, sporks, legal pads perfectly good but for some reason maligned, twin-less batteries, everything. When my kindergarten teacher wanted us to come to class with a time capsule, I should have merely lifted one of those babies off its hinges. Here, finally, is a series of photos by Richard Jenkins, paying tribute to still life with life's shabby chorus of... READ ON