As a kid, there was no place with greater solitude than my tree fort. It was an on-going construction project, undertaken with whatever scraps of lumber and paneling could be mustered. In this picture I'm adding a scrap of paneling which was left over from my father turning our attic into two new bedrooms for my two brothers and I. The year would have been about 1963, making me about six-years-old. The photo was taken by Bernie Rausch, the neighbor kid who lived behind our house who developed an early interest in photography. It was taken with a "Brownie" style camera using 127 roll film. Bernie would have been about eleven at the time. It's one of my all-time favorite photographs.