Dear Photograph

Dear Photograph, photo blog.
Interesting play with time and personal history.

The last time, a couple of years ago, that I visited the street I grew up on, I was struck by how alien it was. It was like everything had changed, and I honestly might not have recognized it if I hadn't known where I was. I'm not even sure how much was physical changes in the street, and how much was me. But it was weird. It was like the place where most of my developing thoughts had happened, was just gone. Maybe that's one of the reasons they say "you can't go back".

A said:
with the same idea Amit Sha'al won a World Press Photo award. 

... it may even be working better with B/W photos.