I don't know why more people don't take photo's of themselves next to signs with there names on it. So amusing it is, or at least I think so. I don't have photos of my Grandfather in front of the meat packaging busy that bore his name. No photos of my dad standing under the Gary Street sign in Wenatchee. I however have photos of Cicely in Roslyn next to all the Cicely signs, Quin in Quincy and pictures of me in front of Dan's Market in Leavenworth. I guess everyone else is missing out.Dusty Moments, America's Finest Blog, is dedicated to photography and the American way of life. With each old snap shot or Kodachrome slide, a bit of the psyche of the person behind the camera is revealed, while simultaneously creating mysteries as to the true nature of the subject's story. The words within this blog are my own. Many of the photographs are mine too, but included also are the dusty moments from my parents and grandparents, as well as, junk store finds.
Friday, August 19, 2011
Hey! That's My Name...
I don't know why more people don't take photo's of themselves next to signs with there names on it. So amusing it is, or at least I think so. I don't have photos of my Grandfather in front of the meat packaging busy that bore his name. No photos of my dad standing under the Gary Street sign in Wenatchee. I however have photos of Cicely in Roslyn next to all the Cicely signs, Quin in Quincy and pictures of me in front of Dan's Market in Leavenworth. I guess everyone else is missing out.
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Someday people may think you and Cicely were merchants and Quin was responsible for the turn around in employment opportunities.
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