Bowling And Printing

I have a box of old negatives of unknown provenance that, I occasionally, dip into. I have no idea who took these photographs but I always think of a negative as a project begging to be completed. The chance to come along sixty or seventy years later and pick up someone else’s project is a fine way to waste time on a rainy morning. Almost as good as a game of bowls on a sunny Spring day.

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