Pure Joy, Clapping in the Sunshine, Old Snapshot Photo character I always have to stop

I always have to stop myself from spending the whole day photographing them

I'd say good fodder for a short story

is beautifully executed in a variety of shades and textures of cream

so she would have been 12 in 1842

There is a bit of separation between plaster and wood but plaster seems well adhered

Pure Joy, Clapping in the Sunshine, Old Snapshot Photo character I always have to stopSuch joy, perfectly captured, this radiant woman's clapping hands a fluttery blur pointing straight to her beaming smile. Glowing in several senses, and evincing a soul poised to be lifted to heaven. 5 1 4 x 4 1 4. Upper left stain and loss as evident.