This is my last post from Wisconsin this summer; an airplane back to Seattle awaits us this evening. Today I'd like to share with you these photos collected in a small ziplock bag wedged underneath a pile of dusty old cameras and expired rolls of film, which I purchased for four dollars at a huge rural antiques mall a few days ago. They all appear to be from the same local family, taken in the 1940s and earlier. I sort of feel like I rescued them, in a very modest way, and I like that they get one more chance to be seen, by someone or anyone. Please to enjoy.
People take pictures of the summerJust in case someone thought they had missed itAnd to prove that it really existed
Fathers take pictures of the mothersAnd the sisters take pictures of brothersJust to show that they love one another
You can't picture love that you took from meWhen we were young and the world was freePictures of things as they used to beDon't show me no more, please
People take pictures of each otherJust to prove that they really existedJust to prove that they really existed
People take pictures of each otherAnd the moment to last them foreverOf the time when they mattered to someone
People take pictures of the summerJust in case someone thought they had missed itJust to prove that it really existed
People take pictures of each otherAnd the moment to last them foreverOf the time when they mattered to someone
Picture of me when I was just threeSucking my thumb by the old oak treeOh, how I love things as they used to beDon't show me no more please
The Kinks, "People Take Pictures Of Each Other"
Fathers take pictures of the mothersAnd the sisters take pictures of brothersJust to show that they love one another
You can't picture love that you took from meWhen we were young and the world was freePictures of things as they used to beDon't show me no more, please
People take pictures of each otherJust to prove that they really existedJust to prove that they really existed
People take pictures of each otherAnd the moment to last them foreverOf the time when they mattered to someone
People take pictures of the summerJust in case someone thought they had missed itJust to prove that it really existed
People take pictures of each otherAnd the moment to last them foreverOf the time when they mattered to someone
Picture of me when I was just threeSucking my thumb by the old oak treeOh, how I love things as they used to beDon't show me no more please
The Kinks, "People Take Pictures Of Each Other"
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