I am still fighting off this cold and last night around 10:00 PM I got to the point of just needing to go to bed. I headed towards bed, laid down, and instantly woke up. I was a bit aggravated, but I decided to go through a book that was beside my bed.
The book was The Century by Peter Jennings and as I turned the pages, doing less reading and more picture viewing, I became transfixed on several photos in the early section of the book. What does transfixed mean? Truly, as I stared at the people in these photographs, my mind began to thnk of just who those people were and the lives they had led.
A photo is a strange thing as it captures that moment; not a second before, not a second after, but that very moment. In that moment there is so much to take in and my mind tries to do so. As I stare into a photo, and for me to get into this "Lost In Pictures" stage it usually has to be a very old photo, it becomes very much like eye contact.
There was one photo from the 1910's of a bunch of kids that was truly overwhelming. I thought of all the stories that could be told from just that one photo. Then I made the mistake of making eye contact with those in the photo and just as I say when it happens in person it was very much like looking into their soul.
Shaken, I turned the page and then saw a picture of a Gulf gas station in Louisville, Kentucky from 1926. My first thought was, "I bet they weren't paying $4.00+ a gallon" then I looked closer at how the cars were almost posing for the camera. Again, my mind began to think of the story behind the photo. Who owned each car? I've heard the over used line of, "A picture is worth a thousand words" but I see it as, "a thousand empty words" because I want to know the whole story. What came before? What came after?
When I was in school I would constantly skip ahead in the Social Studies book to see the photos and even at my younger age older photos made me sad. Yet, even though it did make me sad, I would look in awe at those moments in time captured forever. I don't know if this is just me being me, or if this wonder and overwhelming sensation of older photos is caused by me being on the autism spectrum? So I ask you, have you ever gotten lost within a photo?