Showing posts with label old photos. Show all posts
Showing posts with label old photos. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 16, 2016

“How did it get so late so soon?”

Oh my! A friend just sent me these two pictures which I have never seen. That's me as a teenager on a school trip to Venice. It was such fun, we had tremendous freedom and roamed at will. I now look at my young smiling face and wish I could go back through time and give that cheerful girl some advice. Have a chat about life and choices.

The picture below is my high school prom picture! Why so glum? The dress was made by my next door neighbor from fabric I chose. Ha! The next day I flew to Scotland with my family, our Grandfather was ailing. 
But really....... “It's being here now that's important. There's no past and there's no future. Time is a very misleading thing. All there is ever, is the now. We can gain experience from the past, but we can't relive it; and we can hope for the future, but we don't know if there is one.” -George Harrison

Sunday, May 11, 2014

Mother's Day

Once a babe, always a babe! Happy Mother's Day Mum! xo

Friday, May 9, 2014

The Unknown Story...

I adore this old picture. Paris I think.Wouldn't you just love to know what they were looking at so intently! Pictures like this inspire the storyteller in me. I want to create a narrative that includes this image. So many choices, kicking off the story or perhaps somewhere in the interior or maybe the closing image. Depends on the tale (tail)....

Thursday, June 7, 2012

time travel

My grandmother Alice, my dad and my grandfather. 1930. Union Street, near Castlegate, Aberdeen, Scotland. This was taken by a street photographer. They would snap random pictures of passersby and hand them a card with info on where to pick up the photo (for a price)
My mum is moving and I came across a treasure trove of photos. Will be scanning them and sharing here, I am sure. I wonder who the dour faced little girl is in the foreground. I have a picture very similar to this one taken on the same street, many many years later, walking with my grandmother when I was a little girl. I remember the photographer sort of jumping out and snapping! This picture also makes me sad and mystified. That beautiful wee little boy died in my arms as an old man. Hard to wrap my head around this stuff sometimes. Photos are magic.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Snap Scrapbook


Now that I have your attention.....

I'd like to direct you to the Nova Scotia Archives Flickr Collection.

There are some really GREAT photographs to be seen!