Whenever I feel discouraged vintage photos make me feel better, something I believe I have stated before on these pages. A simpler time? Perhaps. Mainly, it's just the ability to see the past at all. The knowledge that you're gazing upon something that no longer exists. I love this shot of Blanche Sweet, date taken unknown. There she is, kneeling over a crystal ball, turban on head ready to predict the future. But what does the future hold? What does it hold for any of us? I'd like to work in film but I question whether that is a realistic desire. I will continue to strive for it nonetheless and continue to hope. Until then, the past provides comfort to an ever fleeting present and an unforeseeable future.
