I seem to attract old and lost negatives and photographs that gather together in the nooks and crannies of my room, in search of company, in search of someone to love them. And love them I do: however old, however prosaic they may be. Give me an old negative of a man lighting his pipe against the backdrop of an over-stuffed coat rail, and I am a happy man. Just like the happy man in this photograph: at one with his pipe; at peace with the world.
In color, this would make a great jigsaw puzzle - all that stuff.
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