Change, which is really what yesterday's topic was about, happens in many forms. Nature bats last, but along the way people have dreams and take actions on them. Many a roadside cafe has bloomed, flourished, and languished, along the highways of the world. This one was slated for demolition so a new gas station mini mart can be built. I took the photo , noting wryly the small restaurant's name. The Broken Yolk Cafe. Plenty of news story were discussed at it's counters over refills of coffee, after the eggs, toast, and hash browns were finished. Many an opinion was spoken here, surely punctuated with greasy napkin clasping hands making jabs in the air with forks and spoons for emphasis. Many a morning was shared in this small eatery, friends and strangers alike, huddled over steaming morning cups of joe, getting ready to deal with the day. I bet they never took a debit card for payment at the Broken Yolk Cafe. I also bet it was the sort of joint where locals ran weekly tabs, were known for ordering their "regular", and used first names to speak to the familiar cooks and help. Yesterday caught up with someone's dreams here. Soon there will be a paved lot with a building containing a person supervising small devices that scan credit cards built into gas pumps that will never know customer's names, never smile and offer a greeting, or put in an extra something on the plate, "just because."
What lovely words to accompany your picture. I think all these pictures in this weeks theme have huge but ordainary day to day stories to tell.History is so important even if it's not national. The people who have lived and used the places in our photos deserve to be heard.
Following on from you, Mandy - that's one reason why photography is so important... we *record* change, and we have a duty to future generations of historians to make sure our documentary work survives. Make sure you *archive* at least a percentage of your pictures in a stable form that will last. *Print them* using the best quality materials you can afford rather than trusting digital materials to last and hoping somebody will remember what to do with them. If you have a local museum, university or public archive, leave them some pictures in your will - pictures that appear trivial to you today will be a valuable source for social historians tomorrow. Explanatory notes, or little essays like Kim's above would increase their value greatly. Give it some thought. ;-)
We have an old diner (still in use, mind you) where the waitresses still greet you by name, cups of coffee get refilled and if you're not giving folks a tough time, you don't really 'like' em. LOL I love that old place. Nope, no debit cards. Yup, they'll accept tips. And darn straight they know I take my burger 'burnt' with no bun!
I love that place. They keep the old pumps our front--felt no need to remove 'em. They're gorgeous--just as the crowd that frequents the joint are.
Change, which is really what yesterday's topic was about, happens in many forms. Nature bats last, but along the way people have dreams and take actions on them.
ReplyDeleteMany a roadside cafe has bloomed, flourished, and languished, along the highways of the world. This one was slated for demolition so a new gas station mini mart can be built. I took the photo , noting wryly the small restaurant's name. The Broken Yolk Cafe.
Plenty of news story were discussed at it's counters over refills of coffee, after the eggs, toast, and hash browns were finished. Many an opinion was spoken here, surely punctuated with greasy napkin clasping hands making jabs in the air with forks and spoons for emphasis.
Many a morning was shared in this small eatery, friends and strangers alike, huddled over steaming morning cups of joe, getting ready to deal with the day.
I bet they never took a debit card for payment at the Broken Yolk Cafe. I also bet it was the sort of joint where locals ran weekly tabs, were known for ordering their "regular", and used first names to speak to the familiar cooks and help.
Yesterday caught up with someone's dreams here. Soon there will be a paved lot with a building containing a person supervising small devices that scan credit cards built into gas pumps that will never know customer's names, never smile and offer a greeting, or put in an extra something on the plate, "just because."
What lovely words to accompany your picture.
ReplyDeleteI think all these pictures in this weeks theme have huge but ordainary day to day stories to tell.History is so important even if it's not national. The people who have lived and used the places in our photos deserve to be heard.
Reminds me of the "Bagdad Café" from the wonderful movie of the same title.
ReplyDeleteFollowing on from you, Mandy - that's one reason why photography is so important... we *record* change, and we have a duty to future generations of historians to make sure our documentary work survives.
ReplyDeleteMake sure you *archive* at least a percentage of your pictures in a stable form that will last.
*Print them* using the best quality materials you can afford rather than trusting digital materials to last and hoping somebody will remember what to do with them.
If you have a local museum, university or public archive, leave them some pictures in your will - pictures that appear trivial to you today will be a valuable source for social historians tomorrow.
Explanatory notes, or little essays like Kim's above would increase their value greatly.
Give it some thought. ;-)
Oh, I love it.
ReplyDeleteWe have an old diner (still in use, mind you) where the waitresses still greet you by name, cups of coffee get refilled and if you're not giving folks a tough time, you don't really 'like' em. LOL I love that old place.
Nope, no debit cards. Yup, they'll accept tips.
And darn straight they know I take my burger 'burnt' with no bun!
I love that place.
They keep the old pumps our front--felt no need to remove 'em. They're gorgeous--just as the crowd that frequents the joint are.