I was in a thrift store a few years back, thumbing through a 1960s psychology textbook, when this fell out of the pages. From what I gather, Barbara was in love with a guy named Donald, and I guess Donald threw the picture in his textbook and tucked it away in the closet, only to donate the books years later. Most people can identify with loving someone who doesn’t love you back; but, the key to weathering the letdown is to wear a nice broach for picture day.
I think this came out of a used book. Something about it, eh? The back says Alfred, Uncle Jay, Dad Grandpa Ray, Dad. Two brothers and their pops. Smoking, smoking, not so much. That Al sure looks like he’s finding his place in the world but Ray already knows.
I found this in the pocket of a dress in a thrift store. The owner of the store had no idea where it came from and let me have it for free. Someone’s written, “Phyllis, mum’s friend” on the back in pencil.
FOUND by Mark Teeple on a sidewalk table outside Moriarty’s Pub, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Cold rainy night, sampling local brews in Center City Philadelphia. Had to leave the pub several times to reload parking meter, each time I walk out and into the pub, I noticed this photo just laying on the patio table on the sidewalk. The wind never blew it away and it caught my eye several times. I remembered the FOUND site and decided to pick up the photo and submit it.
Awhile back my Dad gave me an old Yashica TLR camera that had belonged to his father. Inside was a roll of exposed by undeveloped B&W film. Based on the age of the film I guessed it was probably from the 1960s or early 1970s. I was hoping there would be some photos of my Dad or his sisters when I got the film developed, but unfortunately there wasn’t. The only photo on the roll was the one you see here and we have no idea who any of these people are.
I collect found photos. This one was in a bin at a cool thrift store called Qcumbers. I was awed by the passion in this couple’s kiss– it feels both aggressive and touching. We think of our grandparents’ generation was boring and conservative, but they too were young once and had lives with love, passion, drama, pain, etc. I estimate that this photo is at least 50 years old, based on the film format in this contact print on platinum paper.