Luxor 1936

This is a page from an old photo album, undated, unsigned. I'm always so curious about these anonymous artworks, you know? These are photographs of sculptures and architecture at Luxor and I'm imagining some intrepid traveller carefully arranging their souvenirs into a book. Each of these three pictures feels like a little portal into a place, a time. It's not just the statues of Ramses II, but the shadows, the way the light catches on the stone. I think about the person who was there, holding the camera, making these images. What did they think and feel, coming face to face with these ancient, awesome monuments? What was their experience of being there, and then wanting to take that experience, and to share it with somebody else? The impulse to record, to remember, to show...it's timeless, like the sculptures themselves.