Sometimes photographs are like a good wine, they improve with age. They need laying-down, putting away in some dark cool room, leaving to gather dust, leaving to gather interest. I took this photo of women bowlers this morning. There is nothing at all special about it. But if someone discovers it in fifty years how much will it tell of the times, of the clothes, of the habits? When it has matured, uncork it with care and decant it with pleasure.