Initially as my Found project progressed, my weekly posting of old images I've collected, that I would run out of material. It seems to have quite the opposite effect, either I have become more aware of left behind images or people have stepped up and shared some of the ones they have personally held on to.
Recently I had a friend ask for my address to send me something all the way from California. Without any sort of idea of what it may be, I sent it over and completely forgot. A few days later, a small envelope appeared in the mailbox and immediately I knew what it was. Clarita had sent over two of her own found images along with a handwritten note. Now these were gems, one dating back to 1927. Found in the heart of Brooklyn when she first moved there after Hallmark a few years ago, she had held onto these this whole time.
Without typing out the entire letter (which, by the way, handwritten notes are a great way to my heart. Something about someone taking the time to think of me, write something out, and stick it in the mailbox means a great deal.) I wanted to share an idea Clarita had left me with:
"These images generate a sense of moodiness and mystery that we may never comprehend. But in my efforts to relate, I believe the mystery beneath could be their glowing inner-peace, which radiates to the surface, and allows the subjects to exude such admirable elegance. With that, true beauty can only come to life because of the sublime courage and bravery that comes within. It would be a crime to deny such a fact."
If you haven't had a chance to check out my Found project, head on over here to take a look at what I've posted so far. Ranging from images I've discovered in a small town in Western Massachusetts to the sidewalk in Brooklyn to right in my own neighborhood thriftstore book. I have a fascination for things left behind and usually images are the most heart-breaking for me to stumble upon.
I've chosen to bring these once-important enough to photograph moments back into the spotlight where you can either choose to admire the subjects' composure or furrow your brow in disgust at the not-so-sightly ones I've come across. Every Sunday is a new set, so I'll post the rest of this week's here as well as a few other favorites from the past few weeks.
Until next time!