I was cleaning out my office–Yeah it’s over, I’m a gangster! Small business USA can STICK IT… can anyone tell me why they made it so hard to configure flat bankers boxes into actual boxes? Does anyone need any office supplies or desk chairs? How about a fax machine..? I know – no one faxes anymore… it’s like writing letters… Real letters… about real stuff– not thank you notes or announcements… letters that contain real stuff. When was the last time you received a letter… or a fax? Do you want to write me a letter? That would be fun! Just email it to me.
Anyway, I was cleaning out my office and I had these snapshots framed on my desk. Aren’t they beyond interesting? I used to stare at them for hours and now that they are here on this desk… I’ve been staring at them for hours. I can’t help but wonder what was going on…
Hi RyNobody’s aiming to please, here. More, really, to edify, to instruct.From – “To Esme -with Love and Squalor”Remember JD Salinger
I absolutely adore old photographs. ADORE. Unfortunately my brother (ass) got all pissy with me when I took some from my parents house, out of a trunk full of hundreds if not thousands of photos. It was very odd, as if I was stealing a part of his soul…if he actually had a soul.Don’t tell anyone but I get faxes all the time from vendors. Ew.
how very 90s of you! faxing. my goodness.
I’m getting a serious old world Hollywoodland Jimmy Stewartesque vibe off of these photos. I inherited a bunch of old albums from my Nana that I could just spend days looking at. Why do old photos always seem to capture something that modern pictures always fail to?
These are great! I love visiting my grandparents and seeing their old photos. I should make some copies for myself.Congrats om the Aiming Low post, by the way. Great one!