- Here We Are -
Pictured Lives. Cameras in each other's hands. By the turn of the century Kodaks a part of normal lives. Pausing & posing. All of us instinctively knowing these occasional moments will be seen. Caught on the fly. Click Click. My Grandfather George Walworth had one. "Snapped a picture" he casually notes in his 1902 trip to Europe diary.

The Briggs photographed every room in their West Geneses ST house in Auburn NY in 1909. Fitch 1 had a camera with him on his dogsled mail run along the Algoma Railway survey across the border from from the Soo Michigan in Canada. Hazel had one in 1911 on her summer lakeboat trip through the Soo locks to Duluth. Light recorded as it falls upon us. Looking up at the photographer. Leaning together. Touching. On old negatives & wrinkled photos. Hand written notes on fronts & backs. Here we are. Here we are. Here we are. Blink blink.

Walt Whitman -Song of Myself - "I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.

My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil, this air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their
parents the same..."
Walworths Colbys Briggs