Toren van de Hervormde Kerk te Sprang-Capelle after 1911

This photograph of the Tower of the Reformed Church at Sprang-Capelle, maybe from the early 20th century, uses a sepia tone that feels like it has been pulled from the past. I can imagine the photographer, whoever they were, carefully composing the shot, maybe even feeling a bit lonely out there with their camera. The sepia feels like memory itself, a warm, enveloping blanket of nostalgia. The tower is solid, no-nonsense, but also kind of dreamy. It makes me think of a conversation between solid architecture and the ephemeral quality of light and time. It’s like the photographer is saying, "Hey, here’s something that lasts, but remember, everything changes.” I think the magic lies in the photographer's process: they captured a moment, but also a feeling. It makes you think about how we build things, how we remember things, and how we find meaning in the everyday. It's a soft echo from the past.