This excellent early 20th-century studio portrait encapsulates everything I hate and love about old pictures. First, it's a superb portrait. When restoring this image I was delighted by the elegant use of natural bokeh. There are alternating regions of clarity and blur. This was all done by subject posing and camera focusing. They didn't have Photoshop in the 1920s. Second, just when was this picture made? There are no dates on the print or the cardboard packing it came in. I'm guessing it was made between 1910 and 1925 but I have no idea. For the zillionth time, people would a few dates kill you? Third, who the hell was Charles? The image comes with one scribbled sentence, "Charles Williams died young." I suppose I could track Charles down. He mattered to my great grandmother Minnie Raver so with sufficient research I might find Charles. I won't bother with this now. Charles, whoever you are, sorry that your life ended prematurely but you left a great portrait.