Musings from a couple of years ago reblogged for you who may have missed it. It’s worth a read, if only to relive that moment when Dorothy opens the door on Munchkinland… cheers! MH
I will spend hours poring over old photos, pixel by pixel, examining long dead faces for clues and for meaning. The mystery of a world drawn starkly in black and white, a moment in time, a frozen second captured, has been a source of fascination to me since childhood.
For the first half of the 20th century, the world can be seen almost entirely in black and white. Oh, there were silver screen moments of sheer Technicolor glory, of course. Who could forget the dramatic colour shift when Dorothy Gale of Kansas opened the door in Oz?
But the rest of the world was still drawn in two colours. Photo albums were hardback scrapbooks crammed full of little square printed memories. Generations of nearly forgotten relatives paused in the course…
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