“Grandpa Frollett?”……

…….. Mr. Elliot asked. When he smiled, the space between his gums where his teeth or his dentures should have been provided an odd symmetry to the missing planks, the vanished timber of the shapes that once housed him." ( Copyright © 2010 Colin Snowsell from the book, "The Frollett Homestead")

These old boards were part of an old water flume at one time , that helped irrigate a dry valley to produce beautiful fruit, I made the image with my 4 x 5 film camera and a 120mm lens.



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