Sunday, December 15, 2024

Found Photographs

Anonymous Photographer
Portrait of Florence Elizabeth Benson Owen
1898
hand-colored albumen print mounted on linen
Portland Museum of Art, Maine

Anonymous Photographer
Portrait of Sultan Paku Alam VII
ca. 1920
gelatin silver print
Asian Art Museum, San Francisco

Anonymous Photographer
S.S. Corinthian in Rapids
ca. 1880
albumen silver print
National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa

Anonymous Photographer
Bauhaus Portrait
ca. 1925
gelatin silver print
Los Angeles County Museum of Art

Anonymous Photographer
Scene in a City Park
ca. 1894-96
later print from glass-plate negative
Kunstmuseum, The Hague

Anonymous Photographer
Scene in a City Park
c1894-96
later print from glass-plate negative
Kunstmuseum, The Hague

Anonymous Photographer
Woman and Child on Forest Path
c1894-96-
later print from glass-plate negative
Kunstmuseum, The Hague

Anonymous Photographer
Woman reclining on Chaise and Christ entering Jerusalem
ca. 1885
hand-colored glass lantern slide
Art Gallery of South Australia, Adelaide

Anonymous Photographer
Coronation Procession of Edward VII
1902
hand-colored glass lantern slide
Art Gallery of South Australia, Adelaide

Anonymous Photographer
Portrait of a Woman
ca. 1895
hand-colored glass lantern slide
Art Gallery of South Australia, Adelaide

Anonymous Photographer
Portrait of a Woman
ca. 1910
embellished gelatin silver print
Art Institute of Chicago

Anonymous Photographer
Charles Kimball painting Couple in Forest
ca. 1880
albumen print
Portland Museum of Art, Maine

Anonymous Photographer
'Me'
ca. 1920
gelatin silver print
Art Institute of Chicago

Anonymous Photographer
Fashion Illustration
ca. 1915
gelatin silver print
Los Angeles County Museum of Art

Anonymous Photographer
Art Gallery of New South Wales Sydney
ca. 1900
gelatin silver print
Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney

Anonymous Photographer
Little Red Riding Hood
ca. 1880
hand-colored albumen silver print
(cabinet card)
National Gallery of Australia, Canberra

Lover of Flowers

In our family, everyone loves flowers. 
That's why the graves are so odd:
no flowers, just padlocks of grass,
and in the center, plaques of granite,
the inscriptions terse, the shallow letters
sometimes filling with dirt.
To clean them out, you use your handkerchief.

With my sister, it's different,
it's an obsession. Weekends, she sits on my mother's porch,
reading catalogues. Every autumn, she plants bulbs by the brick stoop;
every spring, waits for flowers.
No one discusses cost. It's understood
my mother pays; after all,
it's her garden, every flower
planted for my father. They both see
the house as his true grave. 

Not everything thrives on Long Island.
Sometimes the summer gets too hot;
sometimes a heavy rain beats down the flowers.
That's how the poppies died, after one day,
because they're very fragile.

My mother's tense, upset about my sister:
now she'll never know how beautiful they were,
pure pink, with no dark spots. That means
she's going to feel deprived again.

But for my sister, that's the condition of love.
She was my father's daughter:
the face of love, to her, 
is the face turning away.

– Louise Glück (1990)