.the one question i get asked most of all, isn't -why do you care? or -what are you going to do with all these? .the question i get asked most of all is -why didn't some who knows these people keep them? .it's kind of sad really. .imagine all your grandparent's photos ending up in the hands of strangers. .what happened to those family members that forced their photos into a discount bill at the local good will? .no grand kids, brothers or sisters to hold onto them. .or maybe there were, and they just didn't care. .and then they end up with me. .i become oddly attached to these strangers, their lives, what they wore, the outings they ventured on and the friends that they made along the way. .i hope someone will have an interest in all my photos when i'm gone one day. .hopefully someone close to me, and that will pass them down for generations. .and hopefully my awkward family photos will be hidden in shoe boxes for many many years.
.in one sleeve of slides, i've found everything from historical train trips, historic airplanes and graduations to family portraits and celebrations. .below is a selection (including a family photo that maybe they would have wished would have stayed in a family shoebox) of one random box that has no connection to anything else i have. .i find it amazing that after only a few photos, i can start to imagine how these people's lives unfolded. .in this case, a young man shares his life with us.
.yup, maybe this one should have stayed in the vault!
.a view from the 6218 train.
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