Filed under: Vintage Photo Album | Tags: 1800s, collecting, mystery, oval frame, studio portraits
When Jeff and I go trash hunting, we automatically split off – he retreats to the basement for bargains or shop tools, and I sit on the floor among stacks of books, thumbing through old cookbooks, or, with a box of photographs in my lap, hoping to find that one creepy picture that the seller dismissed as junk. Some people think it’s weird that we own so many photos of people we don’t know, but for me, the mystery is part of why I love them. I wonder about the history of the people in these portraits, and in organizing them to fit a theme, I’m reminded that my obsessions with collecting are in the details – a wild-eyed face-off with the camera, a delicate, swollen cheek or the faded writing on the back of a card, telling me her name.
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