Saturday, May 2, 2009

Traces of Man . . .

This scrapbook wall was in an abandoned house I entered (without breaking anything) in Paris circa 1993 . . . I love images like this where the trace of someone's life lives on after they have moved on.
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8 comments:

Jill said...

ooohhh~:0, NEAT!...

Julie said...

This sort of wall can engage me for ages. I love the detritus of another's life.

Alex said...

Hi Owen, these old photos really tell a story, good capture.

AmyR said...

What an interesting find; those tell such a story!

Laurie said...

Fantastic, Owen. I wonder who created it?

Sar@h said...

Ici, on pourrait reconstruire une vie de souvenirs, de rencontres comme un puzzle.
Ça me rappelle les murs ornés de cartes postales des 4 coins du monde. Le premier auquel je pense est celui du bureau du port décoré des souvenirs de navigation des usagers …

Owen said...

Thanks for all these comments, I found this place fairly magical, and wish I knew what the story was behind it... sometimes all we manage to save from life is a small pile of photographs... Given the house was abandoned and no doubt slated for destruction, I should have taken them all down off the wall (after taking the picture), and saved them, but I didn't have the presence of mind that day...

A rambling rose said...

What a fantastic find - lucky you - I am working with some old family archive slides at the moment - my fine art disertation next year is going to be about the materiality of the photograph - so any links would be very welcome