1917

Today I received a Power Point presentation full of pictures of Ljubljana at the beginning of the 20th century. Immediately I thought of a photo of four women that I found in my grandmom's album. Nobody could tell me who they were.This photo was taken in 1917, and my grandmom was 11 years old then, so I wonder if these women were really her colleagues from work like my mom was guessing. A memory lost, and names too, because they were not written down.

I just love this picture. Have you noticed the dresses they were wearing, their hairdo? Look at the second woman from the left - she is holding a hand of her "friend" on the right. And the right woman is having her hands covered with a muff. An open book makes you think like the left woman is reading to the rest of them. And a rose? Of course both, the book and the rose were put there by a photographer but it looks like they were reading a romantic story and daydreamt about their future lives. I wonder what their lives really were like. What happened to them, how did they look like in 10, 20, 30 years from the day this picture was taken?

I found out that I write this blog also because I want to remember what I did. With so many events going on in my life, I can't keep them all in my memory. Maybe that's also why I take so many photos. Although I know that when I am gone there will be nobody browsing through my photos and asking the same questions as I keep asking today - who is this, where was this?