I love old photographs and I have no idea why. In general, I am a very sentimental and maybe that's why I love them. The photo above is my dad (the baby) held by his maternal grandmother and with his only sister next to them. My Aunt Joan died ten years ago yesterday and when my cousin posted it on Facebook yesterday, it made me want to look for old photos of her. Fortunately, my obsession has served me well, and I happened to have several of her. This happens to be the oldest of her that I have.
I have noticed, too, that some people hate to see old photographs and find them depressing. While I don't love photos of myself, I treasure those of the people I love. What do you think? Depressing or fun?
I really hate talking to myself... comment if your out there. :)