Vakantiefoto's van Hohenschwangau en Isabel Wachenheimer spelend op de grond, juni 1931, München en Beieren 1931 - 1936

Here’s a page of holiday snaps taken by the Wachenheimer family in June 1931 in Munich, Germany. There is a dialogue happening here, between the place, the family and the photographic medium. The photos are black and white. A record of a scene, but also a trace of light, place, and time. It's as if the photographer tried to capture the light bouncing off Hohenschwangau and reflect it onto the photographic paper. I can imagine the family looking through the lens, trying to squeeze the moment into a rectangle. The light is bright, the landscape is epic, and they’re just trying to grab a bit of that vastness, or hold onto their memories of playing on the floor. There is the car, shiny and new, sitting proud in the landscape. I can hear the children laughing. Photography is like painting, when you think about it. It's a struggle to represent an idea or feeling through a medium and a tool. Isn't it fascinating how these images can bring us closer to the past?