When I last visited my mom's house at Christmastime, she had two huge boxes of photos she'd recovered from my grandmother's room after she died. My grandmother was a minister's wife most of her life, so many of the photos are of people only tangentially related to anyone we know -- churchgoers and family members of churchgoers.
Because I love old photos even when don't know anyone in them, I brought a big stack home. For lack of anything better to do with them, I thought I'd post a few of the highlights here.
This first photo is of a good old-fashioned Midwestern baptism. The strange sense of voyeurism, the cultish subject, the colors, the composition -- all of these are extremely creepy to me. Therefore, I had to have it.
We shall call her Rose, and a rose she shall carry all the days of her life.
I took to calling this nameless infant "Grandpa Swartz Baby."
Can you guess why? (Wish I could find a better picture, but trust me: it's uncanny.)
Two weddings: "Goth Way Before You Were" and "Beautiful on the Inside."
And finally, here is one of someone I know and love: my mom. I commented about how stylish she was, and she just grinned and said, "You better believe I was!"
