I found two rolls of film in my room a while ago. I didn't recognize them, but have lost a fair amount of film between the camera and processing so didn't think my not recognizing them was odd. I was excited to see which forgotten excursion the film belonged to and took them down to be processed. I then forgot that I had taken them down and only realized that these rolls were still waiting for me about a month later. Anyways, I finally fetched them today and they turned out not to belong to me at all...
They belonged to an old friend of my grandparents, Professor Dave Richardson, whose cameras and assorted bric-a-brac my sister and I had inherited when he and his now late wife moved to a retirement village about a year ago. So these are his pictures. Some very beautiful shots.
