his name was art (arthur, or arturo if he was feeling extra italian that day.) ft. a photograph of my grandmother in her 20s that i also have hung up elsewhere and his camera from wwii, which i have as well
when i was at a flea market i found the photo portfolio of a middle or high school student from sometime in the 20th century. this is probably my favorite photo from the collection, i just love the movement in it. the girl who took these also mainly received bโs on her assignment so iโm just thrilled have them hanging in my home
Went to an antique market and picked up a random assortment of old photos. Something about it is just so beautiful to me. Someone years ago really wanted a photo of this moment or they were messing around with a camera and caught it and maybe they are gone now or these photos got lost or given away but I can hold this moment for them. It just gives me that, wow humanity, feeling. Anyway this scuba diver, Iโm obsessed with them, and this photo, and the composition, and the fishies. Iโm using it as a bookmark.
this idea of "you don't owe anyone anything" came about through the social media therapists that try to diagnose complete strangers with a multitude of issues and complexes. all it has done has made selfish people more selfish and divided us as a community. you do not owe everyone everything, but if you consider yourself part of a community, a society, you do owe everyone something. at a base level you owe people kindness, respect (as long as they haven't lost the right to it), and basic human decency. you owe your loved ones even more. stop being selfish and rude in the name of treating your so-called "people pleasing."
