There [is] rest and healing in the contemplation of antiquities. - Mark Twain
Exactly how I felt this week as I perused the pool of antique themed photos.
I don't own many antiques myself - some beautiful old tea cups from my grandmothers, and a handmade children's rocking chair crafted by my great-grandfather. However, my overriding impulse when contemplating the antique theme was to evoke a feeling as opposed to staging a particular object. When I snatched this moment at a country farm stall as my daughter deliberated over the perfect apple, it felt like a place out of time. Although the sun was shining brightly, the scene took on a sepia tone before my eyes. That wood containing the apples has some stories to tell.
The photo by drdesigns of her grandmother's attic evoked that same feeling in me. It also created such a sense of nostalgia. My own grandparent's attic was a magical place too, where my sister and I crept around to avoid falling through the rafters, finding treasures from another era. I want to be there right now with my sister, playing with the old dollhouse and thumbing through National Geographics from years ago, waiting to be called down the rickety attic steps for Sunday dinner.
Nostalgia for the past can be bittersweet, but I'm content here in the present, remembering.
Uploaded by drdesigns on 8 Aug 10, 11.07AM PDT.