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
I don't know what the hell's going on here. Roadside croquet
? Big-ball golf ?
Nine iron ?
Firefighters using a water lance