Photoessay #2859 - Diary

On my way home from the dentist this very cold morning (in the 20s), I ran into a developing situation.  On a street close to my home, it looked like a garbage truck had run into a utility pole, causing wires to come down onto trees, the road, over everything.  Not even traffic direction yet, I turned around and went home another way.

Came home, no internet.  Related?  likely.  Anyway it didn't come back for five or six hours.  Refreshingly I didn't miss it so much as I might in earlier years.  I had plenty to do catching up on my class and getting ready for long weekend trip.

I found this image on a postcard stuck in an old book.  This is what Anne Frank's diary looked like.  We've all heard of the diary.  But, it looked so pedestrian, like something I might have when I was young though I am much younger than her.  Somehow I was expecting something else.  The colorful plaid and the snap strap.  I don't remember ever seeing it before.  Somehow made it all the more real.  Like seeing WWII pictures in color.  Somehow the black and white makes it all seem impossibly old.