Leah posing in a pince-nez made about one century ago while her friend Jack is guarding my photo gear and the glasses in the shelter construction (background, right).
By the way, Jack is seated in what I later referred to as "John's bedroom". John Cunning is a tramp who arrives by the end of the afternoon with his heavy laden bike and then installs himself for the night. One day, he asked me for a cigarette and we had a chat. He said, "I saw you on the beach last night with a beautiful girl. You must have made at least a hundred photos of her, your flashlight was working all the time". John went on to tell me that he had been in the music business long ago. Life stories....
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