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Among my favorite vernacular photo images is a group of worn and defaced photos that were then reassembled. These were found together in a small album, with notes indicating they were all from a small town in southwestern Virginia. They look almost like stamp-size photobooth images, torn up and then pasted down on cardstock. With them was a photo of a young man on a donkey with a tripod, and I've always thought he was the (itinerant) photographer and the maker of the assemblages.
The last one, from another source, is a cheap tin cigarette case with six half-tone pictures of, I assume, the owner. He added a little flair with the red paint at the edge.
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