THAT WAS HIS BEAVER . . . Hat turned upwards, front and center in the chap?s retaped sixth plate remembrance. The bushy bearded man thrust his fingers into his woolen vest. Was he whistling a tune while the lens was uncapped? He cast his eyes past the camera and they reflected a lighting scheme that had large windows flanking him. That thick coat certainly had enough buttons along the sleeve. Although I believe he was taken in a rural environment circa 1846, there was elegance in his demeanor. Mold spiders, thick oxidation and curious black marks are seen in the holographic image. That is not a green speck near his should in the backdrop. Delicate Roses were embossed in the leather covers of the complete case.
Sixth Plate
$165.00
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