Sixth Plate

AN OLDER MAN. Sure he might have been the proud father or even a grandfather responsible for controlling that baby’s movements while they were posed for a resealed sixth plate, making an effort to keep the child quiet and calm. The man did well enough with only one of the tyke’s hands in motion. He had a puzzled expression as though he was ready to ask the daguerreotypist if he was doing the correct thing and WHEN would his painful posing be over. Don’t the pair seat nicely inside the fancy oval with a rim of oxidation? Their flesh tones are simply marvelous and the white are nicely multiplied against the darkness of the adult’s jacket. There is one teeny buffing blister on the gentleman’s forehead and a few tiny specks on the surface. Their intact leather case has an old and effective hinge repair.