There is in the best of love that crazy wild spinning, like the Dervish, the mind(s) cut loose from the rational, the earthly, the terrestrial. "Fly me to the moon," we say. We're giddy, light-headed, in a trance, hypnotized.
Of course we're off in our own little world. Love is a drug, like the song says. Really. The brain chemistry is the same as that for cocaine. No wonder we want it so much. No wonder people kill for love. No wonder, when they can't have it, they wither and die.
But never mind all that. Happy Valentine's Day, kiddies. Hope your ship comes in real soon, or, if it's already there, that it stays tethered at the dock whilst you off-load some Love Cargo. Just remember this, a kiss is still a kiss. A sigh is just a sigh. The fundamental things apply.
And if you don't mind, set your camera up with a self-timer, grab your significant other, and then just forget about it and let yourself go. If the shot turns out, send me a copy, will ya? Gracias.
John Van Noate
I like this one for the composition, the relationship it shows, and the title and detailed information on the back.
Here's what it says:
Seneca No. 8.
3 Foci Lens
I have gone back to using Kruxo.
They are the best made especially for outdoor work, I think.
The trussel [sic] in the background is nearly 3/4 mi long.
Here's a valentine photo I like. I like to let the photos speak for themselves.
Kim K. Bacon
Two men at the beach, Atlantic City, NJ, 1941. One of the first snapshots I ever purchased and still one of my favorites.
Awkward Moment! Vintage photograph, c.1950, Collection of Barbara Levine
BARBARA LEVINE is a collector, artist and dealer specializing in vernacular photography and unusual collections. She is the author of Finding Frida Kahlo, Around The World: The Grand Tour in Photo Albums and Snapshot Chronicles: Inventing the American Photo Album (all Princeton Architectural Press). Her website is www.projectb.com