Jonathan at The Gridbook Blog writes eloquently about the images of beauty and vitality that we can see on film, preserved images of people who have long ago stopped looking the way they looked then.
This very same thought has been on my mind through this Christmas season. During Christmas, we hear in the air all around us the voices of the dead. They're still instantly recognized and they still feel personal, even though the owners of the voices are long gone. Bing Crosby, Karen Carpenter, sounding so vibrant and alive, walking with you through the mall, visiting you in your bedroom. The ghosts of holidays past.
Ghosts of Christmases past, spirits of the dead who once were alive and facing criticism for being too commercial with their Christmas music. Now that they can no longer make a buck, we wax nostalgic.
It's a shame.
Posted by: UncaAlby | Sunday, May 24, 2009 at 09:35 PM