Isn't it strange the way old photographs can sort of make you feel vulnerable?

Like you were at this place at a certain time, and you were doing a certain thing, and somehow it was captured either in digital pixels or on film for viewing at a later time. Or, perhaps for viewing by someone who wasn't there, that someone wanted such moment to be shared with. And though this isn't a complicated concept, if you put thought into it, you're forever captured in a certain position, at a certain place in time. And there will forever be a certain look on your face, of anticipation or otherwise, that you can see. And feel the way your brain was absorbing material at the current time... the thoughts you had. The people you were with, and those who knew you at that particular time. Later in life, you might not speak to.... or even remember such people. But they will forever stay there, painted behind your face in a vivid, lifelike portrait.

A reminder of how something was, and isn't still. As long as the photograph exists, even in storage, far away from thought.