Oh Shoeboxes (Box it up!)
I was trying to make space for college boxes at my dad's house (the old home I've lived in since I was in the third grade), when I stumbled across a shoebox filled with tons of old photos of my dad's family. I love old photos, especially when you can draw lines from them to yourself.
This is my great grand parent's house. It has a distinctive look to it because it was designed by Frank Lloyd Wright. This is just about fifty miles north of Northwestern, along the lake in Anchorage, right near the border to Wisconsin.
They had a great backyard, you could say.
This is a picture of the Volk family fortune at its prime, well before the Depression hit.
Why did this fashion ever die out? Or those cars? Whatever happened to driving gloves? Or driving goggles, for that matter? Goddamn I need a smoking jacket.
My grandfather and great uncle out on a frozen pond. Are these photos scary to other people? Will our (filmmaking) grandchildren's grandchildren years from now be applying printouts of our digital photos to movie sets to increase the creepy factor? Or is it specifically a quality to these yellowed, old black and white prints?
My grandfather with his dog. Strange to see aspects of yourself in a print four times your age.
This is my great grand parent's house. It has a distinctive look to it because it was designed by Frank Lloyd Wright. This is just about fifty miles north of Northwestern, along the lake in Anchorage, right near the border to Wisconsin.
They had a great backyard, you could say.
This is a picture of the Volk family fortune at its prime, well before the Depression hit.
Why did this fashion ever die out? Or those cars? Whatever happened to driving gloves? Or driving goggles, for that matter? Goddamn I need a smoking jacket.
My grandfather and great uncle out on a frozen pond. Are these photos scary to other people? Will our (filmmaking) grandchildren's grandchildren years from now be applying printouts of our digital photos to movie sets to increase the creepy factor? Or is it specifically a quality to these yellowed, old black and white prints?
My grandfather with his dog. Strange to see aspects of yourself in a print four times your age.