Elevated tracks along 8th Avenue, 1905
Sometimes I wish I could jump in the picture to see what it was like..
Fifth Avenue-Easter 1915
And sometimes, I want to jump in just because....
Place Unknown, 1941
*all photos from Shorpy
Feeling Blue
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It's been a sobering couple of weeks. As I regroup my thoughts, I'm certain
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5 comments:
Hi Alana,
I've often wished, looking at old photographs,that I could jump in and look around - live vividly in the world of the photograph. It would be an interesting superpower to have . . . just as long as you could jump back out again!
T.
I used to stand in front of old photographs in museums, or stare into them in books, trying to imagine what sounds and smells I'd experience, how I would feel to be in that space at the time. Esp. something like the last one--so cinematic!
Hi T, good to see you here. That would be a great superpower to have, would surely make my days go by a little better.
Bucko I still do that especially with books, though it's now more with the written word I'm looking at an creating the image in my mind. And the last picture is my favorite. You could almost picture Bogart or Edmond O'Brien walking in the fog with a tilted fedora, sarcastic smirk and trenchcoat trying to solve the mystery.
one of my favorite childhood books had a boy stepping into a painting and of course saving the kingdom and the princess. Mostly I wonder when someone shows me a video on an iphone if I brought Ben Franklin into THAT picture what would he say...
probably "where the $#%@ am I???" :)
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