HUNDREDS of old photographs from the decaying cardboard box. Yes, the box from the very old bus in the woods across the street from my apartment. And I couldn't believe what these images were of! See for yourself:
I wonder why a soldier might have had this picture..? :-)
A box of old war photographs, right across the street? I couldn't help but wonder what the backstory was. Here are some of the other objects I found, which help give an idea of just who the person behind all this might be:
Shell map of NYC (it says NJ, but...it's not a map of NJ, clearly)
Transit map of Chicago
A book, the title of which has been cut off. However, when cutting, the person also snipped through the first few pages. When flipping through, I couldn't help but notice the funny juxtapositions--for example, this one here, of a sexy lady riding something, with lots of people running around below, and a caption up top that reads: "In Your Mind's Eye."
A stamp, with rearrangeable rubber letters
A novel...in German!
A return envelope to some sort of patent office
Drawings of electrical circuits (this is one of a handful)
Film!! Unused rolls of Verichrome Pan film that expired in 1959!
It looks like a box of photo paper, doesn't it? Had me fooled, too. Until I opened it...
So...what you are supposed to do with this little kit, is to place a stencil over a tiny piece of photo-sensitive paper. You then slide that into the brown rectangular frame where you see the blue text, close the top flap, and let it expose in the sun. Voila! A primitive process of developing photographs. I am pretty sure this was probably a kid's toy.
These little photos were in the bottom of the tiny box (you can see them in the box on the right in the previous picture). Also, that isn't a real dollar...it's a photograph of a dollar.
There is so much other stuff in the box, but I put it all back in the bus after I photographed it. Each of these objects plays its part in hinting at a narrative. Who was the man behind all these treasures? I feel compelled to find out. However, maybe the mystery is just as valuable as the truth.*