The biggest thrill about photography is when you look at the archival photos, it feels like time travel. You revisit the moment, you look at the image, frame and composition of the photograph through the photographer’s gaze and lens.

You unwittingly stand on the ground and spot where the photographer stood to bear the witness of time, physical spaces, people, life that was, but which no longer exists. You behold the imprint of frozen time in absolute awe. You become the photographer or maybe the photographer becomes you, momentarily. It feels surreal to look at archives of my photographer grandfather. I never met him but it feels like we share a sacred space and time across ages, momentarily.