I've always liked photographs of old. Not those of us as kids mind you, slightly yellowed and decolourised as they might be, but the black and white portraits of people from generations ago (think photos of chinese migrants witht their families like those in our secondary school history textbooks, or world war II-era portraits of individuals). They seem to contain a particular quality and depth that's missing from the deluge of images flooding one's visual senses today. Is it just the novelty of a slightly blurred, colourless picture that gets my attention, or do the expressions on their faces have something to do with it? There almost seems to be a sense of timelessness captured in their eyes. Perhaps the simplicity of life then (or the hardships) contributed significantly to this; how unlike the over-satiated lifestyle given unto this generation. We smile and pose readily before a gadget that has become all-too familiar in our hands - and while the end results sometimes do capture the memorable moments or a visually-pleasing setting, it's just... different.

I wonder how I'd look like in one of those photos though. Grumpy? Glassy-eyed? Bewildered? Clueless? Haha. Oh well. One of those things we'll never know in this life.