When I was a little girl, my father used to collect photos of vintage cars.
He liked them a lot, in fact I think he always wanted to have a vintage car. Even thought he never said anything, I saw the way he admired the photos day by day. When I was older and I left to high school, my dad finally could afford to buy a retro car.
Surprisingly he didn't drive it much around, he only parked in in the front yard so everybody can see it. This was his own little exhibition, and the people who walked by did admire it a lot.
Even though he had his dream car, he still admired the photos of retro cars every day, just the way he used to when I was a little child. I think he didn't only like the cars on the photos, he liked the whole aura and nostalgic feeling that these pictures had.
I only understood this when I got older and I could look at the photos in a different way. Vintage cars are truly beautiful and romantic, not only in reality, but in photos as well. Looking at the photos was almost like going back in time, seeing the world with a different eye, from another point of view.
After my father died I decided to sell the pictures of the retro cars. I found a buyer who was collecting all kinds of retro photos and he was very happy to buy my fathers collection. He said that it was beautiful and very rare.
I know my father would have wanted me to sell the photos. After all such beautiful photos shouldn't stay hidden in a box where nobody can see them again. Instead they should be admired by other people, just the way they were admired by my father. I'm sure this would have been his wish.