The Heart of the Photographer Grows Sad When He Sees Them.
They come in late in the afternoon, all talking at once.
“We want our tintypes taken.” 900 more words
I was going through a box last night looking for a picture to scan to send to my brother. It started a two-hour trip into the history books. 558 more words
I was born on Halloween and I think that instilled a predilection for the macabre. I appreciate the aesthetic as well as the diverse imagination it allows. 43 more words