Zagreb Possibly 1943 - 1947

This is a page from an album with snapshots of Zagreb and it's been put together by an anonymous artist. In one, a couple strolls along a path, bathed in dappled light. I wonder what they were talking about, if they noticed the person taking their picture. You know, a photograph is never just a record – it’s an interpretation. I'm thinking about how the artist cropped these scenes, isolating them like fleeting thoughts. Maybe they were playing with composition, framing the world just so, deciding what to keep in and what to leave out. The grainy texture gives the photos a dreamlike feel, like a memory half-forgotten. It reminds me of how much we rely on intuition and feeling to make sense of our world. We're all just walking around with our cameras, trying to capture something that we can never really hold on to.