The collection of Ariel Poems I blogged about yesterday had one final surprise for me. Within the W. H. Auden envelope, along with the poem booklet was this dilapidated photograph. I love it when photographs have deteriorated. This one is torn in half and taped back together at the back, and obviously has losses all round the edge and other chips and tears but I think that's a marker of real character. I'd alway have a photograph like this over something which has been digitally 'restored' and 'enhanced' and then reprinted onto a flat piece of paper.
This is one of an occasional series of posts about Things That Fall From Books.