
…… to regard the Frollett Homestead and not hear the chants of the ghosts of children, children who play there no longer. Children grown
old. Children passed on. The day I visited the Frollett homestead I kept looking at my octogenarian host, only to see beside me a boy not yet eight." ( Copyright © 2010 Colin Snowsell from the book, "The Frollett Homestead" )
I liked the way that the pine cones and pine needles contrast one another , I made the image with my 4 x 5 film camera and a 120mm lens.
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