Some photographs she loved

In the book, Photography: Venice '79 in our living room I found an index card with pages listed in green ink, some of them double underlined (14, 17, 21, 53, 62, 64, 70, 96, etc.) (bold where underline should be since google doesn't allow underline font).

Here are three of the pictures that were double underlined. Elizabeth must have really loved these. The girl reminds me of her.




Eugene Atget, a door in the rue Eau de Robec, Rouen
She had an eye for great pictures. She trained herself to see by constantly amassing pictures of all kinds.



Lewis Hine, group of Newsies. Brooklyn 1908



Lewis Hine: Powerhouse mechanic, c. 1920

Happy Birthday, Elizabeth G.
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How Dina Aunty relished her memories. Mummy and Daddy were the same, talking about their yesterdays and smiling in that sad-happy way while selecting each picture, each frame from the past, examining it lovingly before it vanished again in the mist. But nobody ever forgot anything, not really, though sometimes they pretended, when it suited them. Memories were permanent. Sorrowful ones remained sad even with the passing of time, yet happy ones could never be re-created—not with the same joy. Remembering bred its own peculiar sorrow. It seemed so unfair: that time should render both sadness and happiness into a source of pain.

> From A Fine Balance by Rohinton Mistry