I've always been rather intrigued by those Victorian gentlemen who used to go around saving lost souls. I have never aspired to provide salvation to that degree, but give me a sad and wanting old photograph, and I will grab the Photoshop Bible and get down to my devotions along with the most pious amongst us.
This tiny old photograph fell from the back of an old photographic album belonging to my Great Uncle, Fowler Beanland. Whether she was a relative, a friend, or a lover, I know not, but she didn't deserve to be lost. Having found her, and smartened her up a little, I present her to posterity. She will now live forever more out in cyberspace, looking back at the world she once knew.
This week, Sepia Saturday reaches the end of the Sepia alphabet. I found this tiny old photograph at the end of an old photographic album. It was so small, it needed the very best zoom lens to restore it to manageable proportions. It thus became a perfect Sepia Saturday post.
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