Tintypes fascinate me. They were the first form of instant photography. Some people call them 'instant relatives'~I call them 'instant tales'~my imagination runs wild as I sit on a rainy day and wonder who they were and what they wondered about...did they live a full life with happiness and disappointments. Why did I choose to pick up these particular little pictures of tin and keep them close~close so that on a rainy day I can look and again wonder at their little imposed faces on blackened metal?
2 comments:
I love tintypes too. I am fortunate to have some that are actually pics of family.
does it give us, in a sense, the illusory and furtive sensation we might live forever, as opposed to the reality as we know it?
do i sound pompous? mhm.
i like tin types. i love finding them in flea markets. i understand your fascination very well.
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