The sad and inevitable result of our advancing technology had been the decline of fun in actually taking pictures and looking at them. A few years back, and it wasn’t that long ago, taking pictures was always something of an event. Everyone trooped out into the backyard to stand next to the garage, squinting into the sun, while Chester or Martha struggled with the camera, usually winding up with a picture that cut off the tops of all heads or hacked everyone off at the kneecaps. Nevertheless, there was great joy in it, except for the inevitable aunt who always claimed “I never look good in pictures.” implying, of course, that she looked good in the flesh.

Introduction "American Snapshot" by Ken Graves & Mitchell Payne, The Scrimshaw Press, Oakland 1977

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