I’m a bit of a snoop. Chances are, if I’ve been to your house, I’ve almost definately looked in your bathroom cupboard. Having been at my parent’s house for almost two weeks now, it’s inevitable that at sometime, well, this morning really, I’d walk past the book shelf overflowing with photo albums, stop and open the first one. And then the next. And then the next. Until my pyjamas were dusty, the shelves were empty and the floor was swarming with shots of newborn babies, ‘interesting’ haircuts and retro outfits way before they were retro.
Here are three of my favourite. I like them because they represent the time in which they were taken really well and I like how they capture the people in them. I think we lost something when we gained digital. Before, it was a miracle to get everyone to stand still and look in the direction of the camera. Now four year olds pose like Beyonce. I’m glad we had the time of not knowing how the shot came out, handing in the film and sticking the photo into the album with the kitten on the cover. Photographs felt precious and irreplaceable. Kind of like the moments they captured.