Oh how I love old photographs.  I’ve always been a little obsessed with them.  They are like little time machines — I love the details, the shoes that were “in”, the settings, the way people interacted with the camera, the way they’re scratched and grainy as if they’re hiding some secret in their imperfection.  This picture is of my grandparents, circa 1940.  I don’t know who took it or why.  But I like wondering about it.