Mr. Twiggs

There's something really eerie about old Victorian daguerrotypes, of which I have been seeing a lot lately. Somebody is always posing to a grungy finish and you can't help but feel that this person is - irrevocably - lost, dead or forgotten. Spooky, yes, but such candor can't go to waste in modern days and so, I give you Mr. Twiggs, a box manufacturer circa 1830. He was a husband, a father and yes, a bear. He also had to be completely still for about 15 minutes to get this portrait made,


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