Well away from the water

One of the boxes found on the far side of the room, away from where the water fell from the ceiling onto other boxes, contained some old photos. Photos, some in albums, that my father had taken when he was young. Also, there were photos taken by a local photographer, as was the custom in those days long before the ubiquitous phone camera. 

One of those was of my older sister and brother and me. The original print is now slightly brown. A photo restorer took a photo, and then printed the print which I have then photographed as my blip for today.