The Rediflex is an unremarkable camera
from 1950. Typical of the cheap "TLR's" of the day, it's 99% Bakelite
and hard as calculus.
This sad example is missing an eye and has a chunk of its body missing.
The shutter is rusted shut and the mirror is loose. No matter. It's
still a treasure.
Photos produced from lost films remind me of my lost family
members and the days with them. Cousins, full of youth and potential.
Uncles that took me fishing.
I'm reminded of the fleeting nature of life and youth. Cousins, once
young, are old now. In some cases, though they shared my blood, thno
longer share life with me.
My own children are grown. Heading down the long path so well
traveled by others before them.
Lost family photographs show our timeless love for our incredibly
beautiful children. As adults we know the difficulties that await them.
We treasure them and feel the bittersweetness of their growth.
Photographs freeze life's timeline for an instant. Then we careen off
into the future.
We are remembered for such a short time. Two generations at best. Then
we're gone. We are photographs in an album. Family names on stone.
We are all part of the same family. It doesn't matter what your name
is. We're all the same.