Dorpsgezichten en behuizing 1940 - 1944

This photo album, *Dorpsgezichten en behuizing*, was made sometime in the past by an anonymous photographer. It makes me think about memory and the things we choose to preserve, the moments we want to hold onto forever. Each image is a little portal, right? A village scene reflected in water, a humble building with a person standing on the roof. The composition and the light… I can imagine the photographer carefully framing each shot, trying to capture something essential. I want to feel the weight of the camera in their hands, the click of the shutter freezing a moment in time. There’s such a sense of stillness, even with the water rippling. These images feel like whispers from the past. Like a conversation I wasn’t invited to, but I’m overhearing anyway. And isn’t that what art is all about? A way to connect with someone, somewhere, across time and space.