Mr. Withington's Photographs

A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver....Proverbs 25:11

I have been enjoying photos shared by Mr. Geoffrey Withington.  Mr. Withington has added a written dimension to the photos he shares that makes viewing the images purely delightful and uplifting. I enjoy them tremendously.  I have been going through the photos and savoring the joy of nostalgia at times as some memories of the past come to mind that I haven't thought about for a long time, such as lonely train whistles blowing in the night. Trains today have horns not whistles.  Those who have no memories of the lovely and sad sound of a train whistle being blown in the night as the train approaches don't know what they have missed and don't know what I'm talking about.  There are many, many other photos to enjoy on Mr. Withington's site.  The words he pins to them are also exquisite and make one search deeply inside one's own soul. 

Mr. Withington's photographs include a couple of shots of children that include a cat in each photo that make the images more intresting as well.  In one, sitting beside the young boy, is a cat sitting on a mat of some kind.  The boy doesn't seem to be too happy that his photo is being taken or maybe it's the sun in his eyes making him squint. It's hard to tell which one it is. But the photo is captivating to look at and think about.

I have some photos of family members of my own during the Depression era who look quite similar to the photos of the children in Mr. Withington's collection.  I remember hearing stories passed down from family members who lived during that time of the hardships they had to endure. Now just about everyone from that time is dead and the memories are fading quickly. The stories don't continue to be passed on.  It doesn't take more than a couple of generations for the memories to disappear and then those who were once much beloved and cherished don't even have their names recalled any longer by anyone. It's sad when you stop to consider it.

Those who have died were once vital, living and thriving persons with personalities and adventures to talk about. Unless they were heroes by the world's standards or had some reason to be written about in history books, those wonderful people seem to have never even existed anymore, but they did. God knows them all and will resurrect them to live again very soon.   

This makes me want to be more appreciative of all those whom I know and love.