In July, we rented a cottage on the very Shire-like community of Amherst Island. The cottage, though blissfully remote, was a rundown spider-haunted place with rotting floors. It was used as a hunting lodge/place-for-men-to-fire-shotguns-randomly into Lake Ontario. As such, the property was strewn with hundreds of spent shell casings. My youngest daughter started collecting them from the rocky shore. Here she is proudly displaying one she found underwater.
Taken with a Rioch Singlex II on Kodak 200 film of some kind.