I have a lot of odd interests. What comes with this, is a lot of odd collections. One of these that continues to grow, is a collection of old photographs picked up hear and there, at auctions and junk shops. These are people who I do not know, and never will.I love them. I call them my adopted relatives. They tell brief stories of someones life. They are not famous, they did not make some great difference in the world, but they are special. The pictures show love and friendship. You can see conflict sometimes too, in body language and expressions.
I wonder where these people ended up, if they stayed friends forever, if they made something great of their lives. I wonder why these pictures ended up for sale somewhere. I also wonder if I'm looking for someone, from a past life or something. I just feel such a connection to these images.
This is one of my favorites. The texture. The clothing. The wonder.
