Saturday, January 26, 2013
They Were "Us" . . .
These color photos of the '30's and 40's (clickable) just emerged from the Library of Congress.
Haunting. Haunting. Why should color from the past - make it so much more real?
The anonymous people, our ancestors, battlefields - were always 'then' . . . the 'past' . . . a strange 'before now' time . . that peered from black and white photographs. And now this.
Why does it affect me, so? Perhaps because the same sun that colors our lives, now falls on their faces, on their shining hair, on the fields they plow. It is a world of blood, sweat and tears. No longer just a black and white recording of others in a strange other time.
It's unsettling to see these wraiths as no different from me. After all, they lived so long ago . . . in that less nuanced world . . that static two-dimensional world where ghostly images drift. And they are probably gone - vanished into that gauzy black and white world. Surely different laws reigned over their lives, than do mine. But no, I am now disabused of the notion that I am more 'now' than they could ever have been.
Truly. I am moved and amazed at the difference that throwing the palette of common daily life across the past, makes in my perception.
Thank you, Laura. You should have seen it in color. Click for a very poignant song.