Who would have ever thought it when we started this alphabetical tour of old photograph archives that we would get around to the letter W and have XYZ waiting around the corner? But there again, who would have thought twelve years ago that Sepia Saturday would reach Week 587 and still be going? Granted, the numbers have fallen off - back in those early days we were getting 30+ contributors every week - but it has never been about numbers. I have a feeling that Sepia Saturday will keep strolling along - never in a hurry, never taking itself too seriously - until my blogging days are over, when hopefully someone else might take the role on. Do we need a revamp? Probably. Do we need to connect more enthusiastically to social media in all its' manifestations? More than likely. Will we manage it in the future? Probably not! That's the nature of the Sepia Saturday beast, and that is how it will keep moving along - at a slow but steady pace with plenty of stops to small the sepia roses. Sepia Saturday 587 has a picture of someone playing patience: individualistic, contemplative, satisfying .... all the things Sepia Saturday tries to be. If you want to join in, join in with an old photograph and a few words on or around Saturday 11 September 2021, and add a link to the list below.
Here is the last of the alphabetical themes - what follows that? Stick around and find out!
Perhaps the prompt is a shoe parlor worker taking his break? If so, my post "1897-1912: Evolution of a Shoe Shine Parlor" should be a match.
ReplyDeleteThen and now shots of my town and my friends!
ReplyDeleteSuch a good idea. Playing cards, solo and with others, is a great pastime.
ReplyDeleteI don't have any card tricks, but I do have a pair of kings to show. Non-musical for a change.
ReplyDeleteManaged to find a photo from a family card-game 50 years ago :)
ReplyDeleteOops, seems my first link went to the wrong post (thanks Barbara for pointing that out). I've put in the correct one after. (If anyone can remove the wrong one, please do.)
ReplyDeleteI'm so super-duper late, that it is likely that no one will read it. Oh well. Personal challenge.
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