Covid, what metamorphoses you bring; but you have ended this for me. When I started taking photos, I used to say I was collecting negatives; there was no plan. Now I look back through the boxes of negs, I don’t see a life measured in pictures, I see an insatiable, pointless brick of a thing. Many of these are a decade old; I remember taking them, viewing them and, for one reason or another, rejecting them. They mean something else to me now. They have a new life, even as my drive has died. Oh my cron.
Anonymous says
Well, we’re all lucky you’ve revisited the old box, then. You’ve got some real gems here. Just keep crawling on, towards the light;>)
Ingrid says
When we change the way we look at things the things we look at change 😊 The passage of time also influences the value of things we may have dismissed earlier 💝 Keep searching through those boxes of old treasures Paul!