I play old music recordings
listening
for questions
I've barely learned to ask
I search old notebooks
for answers
forgotten
like dried leaves pressed between pages
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
what coyotes talk about...
About Me
The archives are evergreen
- The Elgin Street Irregulars
- The Elgin Street Muse
- Vankleek Hill Photos
- Wakefield Noir
- David Scrimshaw's Blog
- candis sabean
- Coloured Marbles
- The Wading Poole
- taking the brim / archives
- Ottawa Girl
- Outside the Windows
- Babushkas and Anadems
- Delhidreams
- Reality Bytes
- Unguarded Utterance
- Poets who Blog
- The Open Library
- Project Gutenberg
- LibriVox
7 comments:
Did you find what you were looking for?
It seems to be a never ending process -- forgetting, and re-remembering. This is, of course, assuming I ever had any answers in the first place...
The second para I can so relate to...
I search brittle photos
for faces
familiar
with names I cannot recall
fingers: I thought you might...
'dreamer: Oh, I wish I'd thought of those photos - I have plenty like that, too.
A friend of mine told me once that her graduation speaker was the head of the National Archives and she gave the graduates one single piece of advice:
"Get a soft indelible marker and on the back of all your photos write down the names of the people in them. Years from now, you'll be glad you did."
This is excellent advice. We all forget. And if we don't, the ones that come after us often have no clue. Anybody who ever inherited a bunch of anonymous B&Ws from their grandparents knows this...
But what about all the pictures I didn't take? How do I mark them?
Post a Comment