I recently came across another box of processed negatives that somehow made it to me over the years . Likely they were part of some lost camera/film combination or such.
Boy, are they curly.

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My oldest son recently observed that everything we buy will one day be junk. Even the things we cherish the most.



My wife sometimes tells me I put too much foreground in my photographs. I guess this long-lost photographer likes the look too.



I don't know what the hell's going on here.  Roadside croquet ? Big-ball golf ?








Nine iron ?



Firefighters using a water lance