prints are mounted on a block with thick black edges, letting your photo stand off the wall. of course, this could all have been coincidence. at you every time you pass it or you step on one of its toy-friends that threw itself in your way. the original buildings are gone and the path i climbed back in 1968 has been washed away in a flood. i was afraid to face people because of the fear of being found out. i have added a gallery here to show you just what i am speaking about. 