I read chapter after chapter of Girl with the dragon Tatoo before and after dinner. His haunting black and white images of the Swedish landscape had been in my mind this week. I imagined this son of mine driving home in the view finder of my camera down back roads as he drove from PC down to Maverick and his game. The wet mount process was a painstaking one at work that required a speculum packed with sterilized cotton gauze so invasive not to mention cold I kept the gloves on and fingers out of unmentionable holes.
