
Just a kid crossing Hollywood Blvd with his mother. Something about the placement of the tape that was used to hold the photo in the album strikes me as kind of poetic…but maybe that’s just me.
I wonder who may have been recording in the Capitol building’s basement recording studios that day…

The world just used to be a better color, I guess.

This photo didn’t jump out at me at first when I came across it in an album I recently picked up, but in looking at it again it struck me as possessing that simple beauty that snapshots are sometimes able to so singularly capture. There is a Minnesota processing stamp on the back dated April 1939, and so much about it conveys that Depression-era feel, from her dress to the house on blocks with no step up to the screen door. The dusty car in the background, her expression, the composition — it doesn’t, to be sure, scream “Great Depression” like some of the well-known images from that time, but it is, I think, deeply evocative in it own understated way.