We have to say we enjoyed feelings of artistic satisfaction on our return to the Image Archive this afternoon. These delights are from the window of a local photo studio: in operation from 1951 until just a couple of years ago. Like trilobites in sedimentary rock they are a fascinating record of the past. Street fossils if you will.
The first woman's smile rivals the Mona Lisa and says, "My family and I just escaped a failed uprising east of the Iron Curtain."
We were left gasping like a fish out of water by our second image from a lost era. For our money the real show stopper is this uniformed beauty:
The Cray III supercomputer's pattern recognition applications could not tell us what airline issued this uniform and cap badge, adding a compelling layer of mystery. Either way, somebody pass us that oxygen mask! At POWcityblog we thrive on both mystery and anything even remotely iconic making this one of the best images of the project to date.
This final image, reproduced below, was the last out of the processor this afternoon. I was chuckling over it I have to admit.
As we enjoyed our moment of levity our downstairs maid Miranda entered the Image Archive with a large cappucino and two frosted cinammon rolls on a tray. We leaned forward to receive our afternoon treat just as Miranda caught sight of the third image. At that she stiffened and her normally placid expression was replaced with a look of shock. We wondered what was wrong and were about to enquire via hand gestures when she upended the tray and its very hot contents onto our head, spun on her heel and fled the image archive sobbing.
She locked herself in her room and we have no idea what to make of this display.
Communicating with Miranda is often a chore and today's behaviour has been replicated on other occasions though the intensity and frequency of such occasions is definitely on the increase. The other day, for example, I made a present to her of a calendar with an endearing depiction of one or more kittens for each month. I mimed that she could affix said calendar to one of the walls in her quarters. This triggered a sudden flood of tears and emotional gratitude though today's display was truly, as grandfather would have said, "a corker."
We are confounded as to the root cause of Miranda's unhingement and may have to consider disciplinary action. While we are loathe to lose such a devoted and diligent employee we demand a certain predictability in our home environment.
editor's note: if one is to objectify women why do so with an insipid, quasi-Victorian gown the colour of paper towel?
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