For years I have collected old photographs that either had become lost from their families or simply thrown out. Some faces leap out at me and I bring them home. I exalt their images to canvas. These faces are given another chance to tell their story, this time with two bosomy bathers. From their smiles and postures who cannot tell that they are comfortable here? This beach is where they spend their weekends off. Working hard to fill the jobs left by men gone to war, they have come here with their first sense of pride in exhaustion.That is the story this photograph has told me.