In many peoples' homes, usually in the attic, often in
a closet, or sometimes in the basement there will lie a mysterious
unmarked box. This box, often made of cardboard but occasionally
a plastic bin, will contain a pile of old photographs. Some
of these photographs were meant to be placed in an album,
some were extra prints intended for a relative but never given,
while others are just outtakes that were just kept because
pictures are hard things to throw away. In any case, they've
ended up here, in an unmarked box, jumbled together in no
particular order, with no particular theme, and for no particular
reason.
This is my unmarked box, an ongoing photographic record of
random objects and events. Stumble across it by clicking on
the following links:
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