When I visit thrift stores, my fascination dwells on machines: cameras, music players, radios, televisions and typewriters. I have this other great interest, however, on letters and photographs. By letters, I mean postcards - or actual enveloped letters written in cursive from around 50 years ago. And by photographs, I mean people and places that I've never seen before: usually they have words like "Paul and Mary, 1954" or phrases (if I'm luck) like "San Francisco. Missing the Philippines."
Yesterday, I took a few shots with my Polaroid Colorpack III. The photos came out so nicely, I instantly fell in love with the camera. When the developed photos came out, I thought of something.
Could it be possible that maybe sixty to seventy years from now, could one of these photos end up in a box in some antique store?
Would a stranger come across this photo and bother to read what's on the behind?
I would never know.
If ever, in the distant future, someone comes across these photos, or any photo that I'm ever going to have taken, they're going to read something a little more meaningful than "Paul and Mary, 1954".
They're going to read something meaningful.