I found this 120 negative in a box of old photographs at The Boscombe Vintage Market a couple of weeks ago. I'm always fascinated with old, found photographs. There's a sense of melancholy to the family snapshot that has lost all sense of authorship.
This image is going to be used in my research towards my Photographic Bookwork Unit, where I am collecting and sourcing my family photographs of my grandparents in the 30s-50s, and therefore saving them from this sort of fate.
A lot of my own family photographs have been ill-kept with scratches, stains and tears, much like this one. I think this deterioration adds to the fragility and human presence of the object.