I love antiquing. There's something so intereseting about looking at things from the past, wondering who owned them, how they were used. And something a little sad, too, seeing treasured items on display for strangers to buy.
Looking at the photographs always makes me wonder about the people in them, their lives, and how those photos have ended up on a cluttered table instead of safely tucked away in a relative's home. They remind me, too, of how things change, how things that were once useful are obsolete, how quickly time passes by.
Maybe that's why I love photography; it lets me capture moments in time, things I might otherwise forget, documenting what is important to me today. Perhaps someone 100 years from now will look through my photos and wonder about my life, who I was and the things I loved. I wonder...
