I love to look at family albums. They bear a secret they never will reveal. Photographs strictly for memories. Photographs of long forgotten places, festivities, photographs of times long gone by now. Family and friends; most of them dead by now. Never going to meet them. Never going to know anything about them. Here photography is at is origins.
I feel like a time traveler immersing in a completely unknown world: strange landscapes, strange designs, strange colors.
Images possessing a charm a professional never will be able to produce.