I have spent today in the past. Had I been a time lord it would have taken me less time to travel to and from the mid 19th century where I have been immersed in the pictures and history of people of whom I have never heard or, for the most part, of whom I have only a dim recollection. These people are my family. My sister has assiduously gathered together an extraordinary set of pictures and documents which paint a clear picture of a family through the last 150 years or so. Working on the pictures and letters in Photoshop gets one even closer, as I’m often working at 300% magnification. So when a faded picture is titled ” So and so in a dress she made for herself” I end up seeing the stitching and tiny details of pattern in a faded piece of silk. I also become aware of the fact that, in those times, having a photographic portrait taken was an occasion. There was still some magic in a trivial moment. I think that’s something that I have rediscovered in my life here. Mundane things and events have become magic to me, like this garlic drying in a nearby barn, and I’m richer for it.