Meisje (Trudchen Bach) op een zandpad en in de box, vermoedelijk 1928, Leipzig 1928

This photo album page, probably from 1928 in Leipzig, presents four different photos of the same little girl. It's impossible to know who made this image, and in that sense, it reminds me of folk art. Imagine that unknown photographer arranging these snapshots so carefully, like a painter arranging colors on a canvas. There’s Trudchen on a sandy path, then reaching out to a bush, then standing still again, and finally, in her crib. I sympathize with the photographer. Were they trying to capture a fleeting moment, a certain expression, or maybe just the simple joy of childhood? Each photo is a little world, each with slightly different tones. It makes me wonder about time and memory. How do we hold on to these moments, and what do they mean as time passes? It all feels very personal, like a conversation between the photographer and their subject. And it invites us to join in, to reflect on our own experiences and the people we love. Because, aren't we all just trying to make sense of life, one snapshot at a time?