A Royal Writing Machine
The oil cans I posted yesterday were from a friend’s house in Maine. She is a brilliant scholar in her eighties (a former professor of my partner) who lives on a sheep farm in a wonderful old house where she spends her days with piles of books and journals and newspapers spread all around her. There are visual treasures all over her house, and I couldn’t help but photograph a few while I was there.
In her attic, where my little one discovered (with permission, of course) trunks of beautiful old dolls with stunning handmade dresses and a magnificent dollhouse, we happened upon this fabulous piece. Despite being a technophile, I am always overcome with nostalgia at the sight of a manual machine like this one. The photos are fuzzy. There was very little light in the attic, and I did not shoot with a flash. I think the graininess of the images captures something of the atmosphere of the old farmhouse attic.