A Life in Pictures

I recently discovered a unique archive of photographs. They are the work of a man named Nick De Wolfe.

from the Nick De Wolfe archive
Every little boy loves a radial engine.

I had never heard of Mr. De Wolfe, but suffice to say he was quite an interesting man. He snapped a lot of pictures throughout his life, and was one hell of a photographer. The voluminous stacks, accumulated over a lifetime, are currently being scanned by De Wolfe’s son-in-law, Steve Lundeen.

I was fascinated paging through the images from all over the world- some from places I have visited. One of the more interesting sets involves a vacation trip from New York to Stockholm in 1959. For highlights and a wonderful explanation of this unique archive visit A Continuous Lean.

Or view the entire collection on Flickr…

Nick De Wolfe Photo Archive

Loyalty Cards: 1966

Swipe loyalty card now.

We were going through a box of some old family stuff the other night. I found photos from the Eighties and ephemera dating back to the Fifties.

One of the most “oh wow” moments was unearthing an S&H Green Stamps book. It immediately brought back memories of Mom filling books and the weird stamp dispenser machine in the grocery store that resembled a telephone dial.

I love the artwork. The whole family is so happy that Mom is saving stamps to buy an overpriced blender!

The inside pages were pulp and always featured line drawings. As a child I was convinced they were coloring books!

Experts Are Overrated

As children we’re all urged to do stuff. Some of us are encouraged to be creative: draw or paint or write or maybe, um… make spaetzle. But as we get a little older expectations rise. Scribbling is no longer sufficient, finger paints are inadequate, our prose must inspire and indeed- so should our spaetzle.

But why must we be so damn good at everything? What’s wrong with an adequate sketch? Or competent writing? Do we really have to become an expert at something if we want to continue doing it beyond puberty?

I heard an interview with Lynda Barry on NPR back in 2008.  She was promoting a book called What It Is, where she explored our loss of that creative urge as we age:

“Something happens to us as we get a little older. Adults would never consider [drawing] on a piece of paper and then just throwing it away afterwards. In fact, unless it’s valuable afterwards, most adults don’t think the experience was worth it. So that’s kind of what the book is about. It’s about what happens. What happens to that creative urge.”
— Lynda Barry

Over the years I’ve dabbled with a wide variety of hobbies, fascinations and obsessions- photography, cars, music, sketching, web design, video, even blogging (like the one you’re reading now). Every so often someone will mistake me for someone who knows what they’re doing. But I don’t feel guilty about it. My piece of paper isn’t valuable, but it doesn’t mean I wasted my time or should be embarrassed about it. I will continue to muddle along, and if I get better at it that’s wonderful. If not, I really don’t have a problem with just being okay.

That fear of being “okay” at something is enough to keep most people on the couch. So many people are frightened of not being the very best at something. It’s a sad reflection on our society.

Maybe your spaetzle is only okay, but at least you had the courage to make it.

And I applaud that.