The band/orchestra photos are something else, and it never cease to amaze me how much is continually forgotten. They didn't look like small events and yet there's no knowing where or when they took place. The past is not only a foreign country, but a vast one
Glad you did another post on this. I’m still ‘preening’ my novel based on a woman who writes her family history from a box of random photos. They are such a good prompt for writing.
I have to run and only half through this read, but coming back to it later just a quick word before I forget. Such treasures they would make a great collage of bands called The Unknowns. I can almost hear them playing all at once. I discovered some old photos found at flea markets between my mother's photos. The family ones had mostly vanished and I sat with strangers photographed in unfamiliar settings and strange clothing but each picture was too beautiful and I knew they had a story, so they lie here in an old dentist's cabinet drawer. You can still smell whatever meds it was they used when you open it. They belong in that era, they belong together. The old cabinet and those pictures.
Oh wow yes, a collage of "The Unknowns" would be amazing! I feel another collection coming on... ;)
What an amazing sensory experience with the cabinet and the photographs, too. There's something so special about these anonymous pictures we come across.
The band/orchestra photos are something else, and it never cease to amaze me how much is continually forgotten. They didn't look like small events and yet there's no knowing where or when they took place. The past is not only a foreign country, but a vast one
Glad you did another post on this. I’m still ‘preening’ my novel based on a woman who writes her family history from a box of random photos. They are such a good prompt for writing.
Oh hell yeah, such a great concept! How’s it going?
I have to run and only half through this read, but coming back to it later just a quick word before I forget. Such treasures they would make a great collage of bands called The Unknowns. I can almost hear them playing all at once. I discovered some old photos found at flea markets between my mother's photos. The family ones had mostly vanished and I sat with strangers photographed in unfamiliar settings and strange clothing but each picture was too beautiful and I knew they had a story, so they lie here in an old dentist's cabinet drawer. You can still smell whatever meds it was they used when you open it. They belong in that era, they belong together. The old cabinet and those pictures.
Oh wow yes, a collage of "The Unknowns" would be amazing! I feel another collection coming on... ;)
What an amazing sensory experience with the cabinet and the photographs, too. There's something so special about these anonymous pictures we come across.
Thanks for reading.
Yes and perhaps some fantastical story awaits . I look forward to reading it