old pictures

Walking the fantastic old tourist district in Vienna, I saw a gallery with this in the window. Nothing like straightforward advertising. What is it about old photos that so entrances us?

Where We Go To Remember Home

It doesn't really work the way we want it to, the remembering. The picture of the house - is that where it was? I'm having trouble. The hallways - where do they go? When will we be served? It seems like it's been forever.

St. Stephen Was Here...

This magnificent cathedral - it's HUGE - is now surrounded by hundreds of high-end shops, and thousands and thousands of high-end shoppers. I joined in the fun, too. But I was haunted by the different pictures of the two ages. What was central to each, what motivated each.

I love modern life: the convenience, the choices, the freedom (at least for me), the power. But I also sense something missing, something displaced by the hunger for acquisition. I guess it's up to each of us to find it in this modern age.