Living in a log cabin on Porcher island. Olden days long gone. A self portrait here with tripod and the Russian Zenit. I lived in terror because fierce storms would seriously sway the tall firs and hemlocks around the cabin at night for howling hours and I was sure these tall close trees would snap and crush the small cabin with me inside. Hell ! One night was so bad I actually left the cabin and slept on the nearby beach in the rain
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