Old photos often make me wonder what memories they hold. Who is in the photo? Where was it taken? What memory did it capture for someone? Part of the journey of this mixed collection was being rescued at a recycling plant. How can anyone throw out their family photos I hear you gasp? I always think I could never imagine parting with any of ours yet I am told my nana once had many many more that were borrowed but never came home again. I suppose even if there are still family and friends of the people in the pictures they probably have no idea the photos ended up taking their current journey to my desk. It really is all too easy for snippets of social history to become separated from the people whose lives they tell the story of.