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</description><title>Dear Photograph</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @dear-photograph)</generator><link>http://dearphotograph.com/</link><item><title>Dear Photograph,Aidan’s not so little now, but he still...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/883cdc2b6892340fbe595e0c02379431/tumblr_mokeu3TeSL1qcuqzso1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear Photograph,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Aidan’s not so little now, but he still enjoys the view from the tank stand.&lt;br/&gt;Ruth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://dearphotograph.com/post/53241060693</link><guid>http://dearphotograph.com/post/53241060693</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Jun 2013 21:30:03 -0400</pubDate><category>dear photograph</category><category>nostalgia</category><category>photography</category><category>love</category><category>old</category></item><item><title>Dear Photograph,
We took this picture during the happiest week...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/ff922d8553d3711592c1caceb35a8605/tumblr_mohto5Llj41qcuqzso1_r1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Photograph,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;We took this picture during the happiest week of my life: prom, graduation and birthdays. I never knew that two years later I’d look back on this as the last big life achievement you’d live to see. I promised you I’d find you in the light and the laughter, and I found you again in this picture. Happy Father’s Day, Dad. I miss you every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://dearphotograph.com/post/53118134453</link><guid>http://dearphotograph.com/post/53118134453</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Jun 2013 11:57:00 -0400</pubDate><category>dear photograph</category><category>fathersday</category><category>nostalgia</category><category>missyou</category></item><item><title>*Dear Photograph - Father’s Day Edition*Dear Photograph,City boy...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/d45d12362621f4e3654fff0f8d5aceb9/tumblr_mofz0kU2Q31qcuqzso1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Dear Photograph - Father’s Day Edition*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Dear Photograph,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;City boy gets his first riding mower.  Go, Dad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://dearphotograph.com/post/53030153764</link><guid>http://dearphotograph.com/post/53030153764</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Jun 2013 11:57:56 -0400</pubDate><category>dear photograph</category><category>fathers day</category><category>nostalgia</category></item><item><title>*Dear Photograph - Father’s Day Edition*Dear Photograph,My...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/a9c8010b4a226b4191dcb2109dc63551/tumblr_moej3wN2MD1qcuqzso1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Dear Photograph - Father’s Day Edition*&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Dear Photograph,&lt;br/&gt;My dad never has found time to grow up =P&lt;br/&gt;Messing about with fireworks 30 years ago.&lt;br/&gt;Kortni&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://dearphotograph.com/post/52972561418</link><guid>http://dearphotograph.com/post/52972561418</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Jun 2013 17:16:00 -0400</pubDate><category>dear photograph</category><category>father's day</category><category>nostalgia</category></item><item><title>Dear Photograph.I was the baby in the middle in 1986. Now almost...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/2af51f82ce82c6538173c19a710d43ae/tumblr_moc8ascbZx1qcuqzso1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dear Photograph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;I was the baby in the middle in 1986. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Now almost 30 years later, same place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The building’s older, cars are newer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;and I have a family of my own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;@ Grandma’s place, Taiyuan, Shanxi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://dearphotograph.com/post/52871635425</link><guid>http://dearphotograph.com/post/52871635425</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Jun 2013 11:28:04 -0400</pubDate><category>dear photograph</category><category>nostalgia</category><category>family</category></item><item><title>Dear Photograph, Although you are standing on your toes, you...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/1ea0931818e7ba4ef4b3ad777b9da839/tumblr_moaibgHSaN1qcuqzso1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dear Photograph, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Although you are standing on your toes, you never had to  because you were 6’4”.  You would always tower over me.  It made no difference, my love for you was endless.  We miss you Geoff.  You lived twenty years and that just wasn’t enough. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Love Mom, Dad and Laura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://dearphotograph.com/post/52799128334</link><guid>http://dearphotograph.com/post/52799128334</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Jun 2013 13:09:16 -0400</pubDate><category>dear photograph</category><category>love</category><category>nostalgia</category><category>too soon</category></item><item><title>Dear Photograph,
Our family home is being sold and the vibrant...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/59097efb9c115e42eb43c94a9026aa51/tumblr_mo9fmhIYzT1qcuqzso1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear Photograph,&lt;br/&gt;
Our family home is being sold and the vibrant life of the house is gone.&lt;br/&gt;
Amy&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://dearphotograph.com/post/52761983431</link><guid>http://dearphotograph.com/post/52761983431</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Jun 2013 23:13:29 -0400</pubDate><category>dear photograph</category><category>nostalgia</category><category>photo</category><category>flowers</category></item><item><title>If you love the Dear Photograph website, you’ll love the...</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="225" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-pPyIGm8vDM?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you love the Dear Photograph website, you’ll love the book! Purchase &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Dear-Photograph-Taylor-Jones/dp/0062131699" target="_blank"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://dearphotograph.com/post/52681384052</link><guid>http://dearphotograph.com/post/52681384052</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Jun 2013 23:32:18 -0400</pubDate><category>dear photograph</category><category>nostalgia</category><category>book</category><category>photographs</category><category>photography</category></item><item><title>Dear Photograph
The lady left is my great-grandmother. The...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/e33eb80cd4af6d12c642cb2105e5e77b/tumblr_mo5m2aJvxu1qcuqzso1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear Photograph&lt;br/&gt;
The lady left is my great-grandmother. The pretty girl on the right is not my great grandmother, although the resemblance is striking&lt;br/&gt;
about her.&lt;br/&gt;
Love from Aulnay-Sous-Bois, France&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://dearphotograph.com/post/52592143016</link><guid>http://dearphotograph.com/post/52592143016</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Jun 2013 21:42:10 -0400</pubDate><category>dear photograph</category><category>grandma</category><category>great</category><category>france</category></item><item><title>Dear Photograph,
This is my dog Dale and I around Christmas time...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/03cf86fe981fe71569e20e5a5553c49e/tumblr_mo3tq64G981qcuqzso1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear Photograph,&lt;br/&gt;
This is my dog Dale and I around Christmas time when I was in elementary school. While I only go to college/live 10 minutes away from my parents home, I miss him more than he might realize. Every time I go to their house I make sure to take pictures with him because he’s starting to get pretty old, and although he’s shown no signs of extreme medical problems, you never know when a special life will leave. My first true pet, and he’ll be remembered as the best pet/dog/friend ever. &lt;br/&gt;
Dakota&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://dearphotograph.com/post/52509396488</link><guid>http://dearphotograph.com/post/52509396488</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Jun 2013 22:32:30 -0400</pubDate><category>dear photograph</category><category>dog</category><category>nostalgia</category></item><item><title>Dear Photograph,
this big old lady, built in the 50s, was one of...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/a44a17c64cb1b7243e2c6b480c4a09b0/tumblr_mo1jkwozKm1qcuqzso1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear Photograph,&lt;br/&gt;
this big old lady, built in the 50s, was one of the famous ‘congoboats’ and the last existing passenger/cargo combo-ship. The ‘Georg Büchner’ anchored next to my door nearly ten years ago and was used as a hotel. She was part of our city skyline and of our hearts. After they decided to sell her for scrap in May 2013, she sunk during the towage under suspicious circumstances in the Baltic Sea. May be it’s the better end for such a historical ship, but this dock is really empty now.&lt;br/&gt;
Ahoy from Rostock, Germany.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://dearphotograph.com/post/52404630383</link><guid>http://dearphotograph.com/post/52404630383</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Jun 2013 16:58:08 -0400</pubDate><category>dear photograph</category><category>nostalgia</category><category>ship</category><category>sea</category></item><item><title>Dear Photograph,My old Bernese mountain dog died a few years...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/8f9b08a5afdf05ac8ffac2832be19a38/tumblr_mnzncarOQD1qcuqzso1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dear Photograph,&lt;br/&gt;My old Bernese mountain dog died a few years ago, but with the young one, I always take the walk we used to do together and it’s like he was there waiting for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;A friendly hello from Normandy, France&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://dearphotograph.com/post/52322326333</link><guid>http://dearphotograph.com/post/52322326333</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Jun 2013 16:24:10 -0400</pubDate><category>Dear Photograph</category><category>dogs</category><category>nostalgia</category></item><item><title>Dear Photograph,
This has been my home since day one.
With...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/acad5b1abcb209ef8e7d29419df33232/tumblr_mnybjo568t1qcuqzso1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear Photograph,&lt;br/&gt;
This has been my home since day one.&lt;br/&gt;
With love,&lt;br/&gt;
Michelle&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://dearphotograph.com/post/52273212175</link><guid>http://dearphotograph.com/post/52273212175</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Jun 2013 23:11:48 -0400</pubDate><category>dear photograph</category><category>nostalgia</category><category>home</category></item><item><title>Dear Photograph,
My two nans having a chat and maybe 10 minutes...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/db48b2f11901a02d6221142927b984ff/tumblr_mnwc8zErmn1qcuqzso1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear Photograph,&lt;br/&gt;
My two nans having a chat and maybe 10 minutes later Vi falls through her chair. Their memories and stories are still remembered by everyone. &lt;br/&gt;
xx&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://dearphotograph.com/post/52184828321</link><guid>http://dearphotograph.com/post/52184828321</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Jun 2013 21:31:47 -0400</pubDate><category>dear photograph</category><category>nostalgia</category><category>nans</category><category>chair</category></item><item><title>Dear Photograph,This was Steve at a cookout behind the...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/b886384cbcbe97a21551a592af9912d4/tumblr_mnu219H7jq1qcuqzso1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear Photograph,&lt;br/&gt;This was Steve at a cookout behind the fraternity in our careless summer of ‘86.  Two years before he graduated and four years before he dove into shallow water. He has been a quadriplegic ever since. I was at the fraternity early get ready for the class of ‘88 reunion, but Steve could not make it. He is again fighting an infection brought on by the breakdown of his body after all these years in a chair. Steve has been a source of strength and model of resilience for all of us - the years have not dimmed the joy he finds in every day.  If only we knew what the future would hold for us, I believe everyone there would have told him to take a little more care. Steve gave me permission to share this and hopes that it makes an impression on someone.&lt;br/&gt;Regis&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://dearphotograph.com/post/52077599874</link><guid>http://dearphotograph.com/post/52077599874</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Jun 2013 15:55:00 -0400</pubDate><category>dear photograph</category><category>nostalgia</category><category>summer</category><category>quadriplegic</category></item><item><title>Dear Photograph,
14 years ago, My first day of school. So much...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/0050ee0a47c92970748446d37624eb17/tumblr_mnsmzuxT9t1qcuqzso1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear Photograph,&lt;br/&gt;
14 years ago, My first day of school. So much has changed just having finished my first year living away from home, but I still feel like that little girl started big school.&lt;br/&gt;
Sam&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://dearphotograph.com/post/52020132047</link><guid>http://dearphotograph.com/post/52020132047</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 Jun 2013 21:33:30 -0400</pubDate><category>dear photograph</category><category>school</category><category>nostalgia</category><category>first day</category></item><item><title>Dear Photograph,
1967, ma grande sœur et mon grand frère sur le...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/ac3bd58faa393763da2e69c62386fcfe/tumblr_mnqtj3jdgX1qcuqzso1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear Photograph,&lt;br/&gt;
1967, ma grande sœur et mon grand frère sur le petit chemin de pierre de la maison familiale. Mes parents ont vendu la maison, mon père est décédé il y a quatre mois. Il a bâti cette maison. Depuis sa mort, un second choc, la maison habillée de murs. Tout est vide. La douleur à la fois douce et omniprésente. Vivre une mort ne m’aura jamais autant donné l’inspiration à m’inventer et me laisser aller. Merci papa.&lt;br/&gt;
Geneviève&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://dearphotograph.com/post/51931037850</link><guid>http://dearphotograph.com/post/51931037850</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Jun 2013 21:59:27 -0400</pubDate><category>dear photograph</category><category>french</category><category>canada</category><category>quebec</category><category>nostgia</category></item><item><title>Dear Photograph,
When I was 13 years old, my parents took my...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/3bf91ef3e993aabb1ed376ad819852f4/tumblr_mnofyoYDNr1qcuqzso1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dear Photograph,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;When I was 13 years old, my parents took my three sisters, our dog, and me on a 6-month adventure traveling through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Europe&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;in an old VW minibus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;After arriving in England in February of 1972, we headed straight for southern Spain, and had the fortune to find a charming original farmhouse on the side of a mountain near Almunecar. We stayed in “Casa Francisca” for 3 months, learned Spanish, and even went to the local school. In the evenings as the setting sun cast a warm purple glow on the mountains, we would play guitar and sing. And later we would watch the fishing boat lights bobbing on the dark and distant Mediterranean sea, the night sky filled with stars. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;This past April I returned to Almunecar with my two university-aged daughters and my Mom, who is now 78.  Imagine our delight when we discovered that the villa we rented this time was directly above Casa Francisca! We met the owners who gave us a tour and invited us to return one day for a holiday. But we won’t wait 41 years next time!&lt;br/&gt;Cathy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://dearphotograph.com/post/51820205909</link><guid>http://dearphotograph.com/post/51820205909</guid><pubDate>Fri, 31 May 2013 15:11:12 -0400</pubDate><category>dear photograph</category><category>vanlife</category><category>Europe</category><category>Spain</category><category>VW</category></item><item><title>Dear Photograph,
I have to start learning to drive this summer,...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/b227582d51cad61ea81905ee90bda341/tumblr_mnmtbmhuCf1qcuqzso1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear Photograph,&lt;br/&gt;
I have to start learning to drive this summer, and I just hope I’m as good now as I was then.&lt;br/&gt;
Samantha&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://dearphotograph.com/post/51753255439</link><guid>http://dearphotograph.com/post/51753255439</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 May 2013 18:04:34 -0400</pubDate><category>dear photograph</category><category>nostalgia</category><category>driving</category><category>childhood</category></item><item><title>Dear Photograph, 
Our first home. We bought it as newlyweds,...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/02a9d7ee9380a40617ccf8fdb50a63ad/tumblr_mnl50nF12f1qcuqzso1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear Photograph, &lt;br/&gt;
Our first home. We bought it as newlyweds, just the two of us, just starting out with no idea what the future would hold, and sold it seven years later as parents of three beautiful girls. A lot about that house changed over that time, but even more changed for our little family. We’ll carry so many good memories with us — trips home from the hospital, first steps and words, picking apples and buckeyes, swinging and playing, holiday lights, family visits, neighbors and friends, fireworks, chickens, sledding and secret naps. We will miss you little house, but our next adventure awaits (as does yours). You got us started just like we wanted you to, and you always kept us safe and warm. Mission accomplished, little house. And thanks. &lt;br/&gt;
Dan&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://dearphotograph.com/post/51682655734</link><guid>http://dearphotograph.com/post/51682655734</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 May 2013 20:21:58 -0400</pubDate><category>dear photograph</category><category>house</category><category>nostalgia</category><category>new beginnings</category></item></channel></rss>
