On Sunday with warmth ...
The evocative power of old photographs
About such photos, one cannot say much except that they
are usually personal and have a certain emotional quality which you may or may not be able to communicate to another. Not everyone shares the same sentimental wavelengths.
I found a perfect one recently (by perfect, I mean that it shows
little or no degradation). My mum is carrying her little son of the time.
And I have an aunt showing too except that now I couldn't tell you who this aunt is.
I imagine that there is a young girl not showing now in the photo with my mum motioning to
her; maybe my aunt is the young girl's mum. An old photo with sepia
tones can be so evocative. Here, we find reconstructed in binary, a moment in 1974 or so, with my
mum's smile, so charming, so beautiful.
Nobody in the photo could have known about Steem or blockchains and cryptos. No; not in 1974. I like my suit of blue and white clothes though ... even then, mum dressed me up as an 'investment banker'. No, I am not. I am maybe a badly taught day-trader, plying 'day trades' with Steem on Binance ... [Smile here maybe, I am trying too hard ... ]
Nobody in the photo could have known about Steem or blockchains and cryptos. No; not in 1974. I like my suit of blue and white clothes though ... even then, mum dressed me up as an 'investment banker'. No, I am not. I am maybe a badly taught day-trader, plying 'day trades' with Steem on Binance ... [Smile here maybe, I am trying too hard ... ]
On a day when you might post anything, I chose to write about an old photograph and stick it on Steemit and not Instagram. Let's see if it earns a vote or two. Write what you know? Well, now you know.