Isabel Wachenheimer in gestreepte jurk voor huizenrij, april-mei 1935 Possibly 1935

This small black and white photograph titled, *Isabel Wachenheimer in gestreepte jurk voor huizenrij, april-mei 1935,* was taken by an anonymous artist. I imagine the artist finding beauty in the everyday, a moment captured in time. What was it like to take a photo back then? A much slower, deliberate, and ritualized process than today. The artist probably fussed with the camera, maybe taking a few shots, hoping for a good one. The girl, perhaps a child of the photographer, kneels in a garden, her striped dress echoing the horizontal lines of the houses in the background. The light is soft, creating subtle gradations of tone across the image. A moment of stillness, of quiet contemplation, frozen in time. It reminds me of the photographs taken by Eugène Atget in the streets of Paris. Photography, like painting, is a way of seeing, a way of framing the world and making sense of our place within it. And each act of looking, whether through a lens or at a canvas, is an opportunity to discover something new, about the world and ourselves.