We're clearing out my parents' home. Fun, right? It's the de-accessioning of my nuclear family's belongings, natch. But also my grandparents', and whatever familial detritus was handed down from them.
One of the things that I happened upon was a random collection of negatives. My father, for the entirety of my life, was STRAPPED. With cameras. Lots and lots of cameras. The result of which were lots and lots of pictures. But sometimes, we only have the negatives.
Know what? I *enjoy* the negatives. Because the negatives are kind of like secrets... I'm finding places he went, compositions he considered, family events he participated in, but stood slightly apart from... And, I've uncovered dozens of photos of Baltimore from the '40s and '50's. I think I'm going to do something with them... What, I'm not quite sure. But some of these? Really need to see the light of day, and not hang loose in a dank basement.
One of the things that I happened upon was a random collection of negatives. My father, for the entirety of my life, was STRAPPED. With cameras. Lots and lots of cameras. The result of which were lots and lots of pictures. But sometimes, we only have the negatives.
Know what? I *enjoy* the negatives. Because the negatives are kind of like secrets... I'm finding places he went, compositions he considered, family events he participated in, but stood slightly apart from... And, I've uncovered dozens of photos of Baltimore from the '40s and '50's. I think I'm going to do something with them... What, I'm not quite sure. But some of these? Really need to see the light of day, and not hang loose in a dank basement.
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