Gurning with Grandpa

As I continue to clutter-clear, it's the turn of the boxes full of loose photographs to be sorted. My maternal grandfather died when I was six and, though I still remember him, it's lovely when I find him speaking to me, through the legacy of his photographs.

I've mentioned before in my journal that he was a keen photographer, doing all his own processing and, sometimes, tinting. Here his selfie (on time-delay) is of him gurning. So I decided to copy him, probably nearly a hundred years later. I hope he'd be pleased and amused.