This is the oldest photograph I own.
It’s my nan as a young girl with her dad.
I’ve no idea how old she was or what the occasion was, or indeed even if there was an occasion as ‘studio’ shots seemed to have been very much the rage back then when you had to be rich to own a camera of any description.
I love the fact that it’s grainy and worn and fuzzy around the edges.
I love that it’s delicate and ageing disgracefully.
I love my great grandpa’s flat cap and nan’s frock dress.
I love that it speaks volumes of it’s time despite being low quality, compared with today’s digital world photographs.
Which is why is has pride of place, in a frame in my home, for all to see.
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