I absolutely love this photo. It's a shot of my sons' great-grandfather, "BlackJack" Reddin, having a nap after picking hops in Kent, England. There's something so evocative yet ephemeral about it. You can almost hear the buzzing of September bees and imagine the smell of the flowers beside his head. One badly tattered photograph can capture such a sweet, tiny memory.
Thanks to Tanya Reddin for sharing it.
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