A young woman found an album of photographs under the carport of an abandoned building near the Orlando airport. It had been exposed to the elements and the snapshots were in varying states of decay. She took pictures of them and published them on a blog devoted to “found photos.”*
It’s hard to describe the feeling one gets looking at them—they’re uncanny, creepy, transfixing … Questions arise: Is this what happens to our memories? Does a memory count if we haven’t taken a picture of it? Will a person step up and claim these memories—or rather, photos—and ask that they be removed from public consumption?
Long ago
it must be
I have a photograph
Preserve your memories
They’re all that’s left you—Paul Simon (Bookends)
[Hat tip to Fisc at Отдел обогащения]
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*This (and its sister blog devoted to found objects) may have been inspired by Found magazine.
