I’m always intrigued by black-and-white photographs, especially those stacked and forgotten in flea market booths. Even young people look old in these images, a reflection of a time and life much more difficult than ours.
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I feel a certain sadness for these forlorn sepia-toned photos hanging in curved antiqued frames.
Who were these people? Soldiers who fought in our wars, babies who grew up to be town leaders, a row of teenage girls flashing big smiles…
What did these people contribute? Does anyone remember?
Will my family photos end up in a musty stack somewhere?
talya
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Jamey Johnson, In Color
I love old vintage photos, too, Talya and always wonder about the people in them. What were there lives like?
I am a photo book enthusiast and have become the family archivist as well as trying to do it as a business. Just love recording memories before they’re forgotten and it doesn’t take long to forget all those little details. My only problem is wanting to make so many books and having only so much time to dedicate to it.
Cate I need to organize my photos so badly. For whatever reason, it’s a project I just can’t bring myself to do.
I get a certain sadness when I look at old photos, too. Perhaps it is the seriousness in which they seemed to take life… and the way we seem to take it for granted today.
When my grandmother died, my mother unearthed two beautiful ornate photo albums filled with photographs, some of which were from the 1800’s. Unfortunately, in the two albums, there was one – yes, only one – photo that had anything written on it by way of identification. It said ‘Clara’s baby’. We don’t know who Clara was, if she was a relative or a friend, or anything about her. So sad to have all these wonderful photos and not have a clue about how we are related or associated with any of them. Lesson? I caption EVERYTHING!!!
I wonder the same things. Sad, but sometimes there’s no one left to take them, I suppose.