The prompt for this week was to tell the story of a stranger. As mentioned previously on the photo blog, I visited several historical sites recently. If you really pause to think about it, historical sites are one of the weirdest things conceptually. You go to a place that is probably over a hundred years old, have someone walk you around a random dead person’s house, and take pictures of the random stuff they collected while they were alive. It seems a little strange, especially considering you don’t know any of the people whose house you are touring, but I think that is sometimes a little bit of the fun. Seeing the area they inhabited and the style of their kitchen and what knick knacks they had all tell a story of the person who used to live there. The pineapple wall paper and clock tell of the tastes of a specific person who was probably enjoyed having a little bit of excitement in their life and who was possibly pretty well off. The people who used to inhabit these historical sights may be strangers that we will never get to truly know, but we are able get the smallest glimpse into their life and the fact that they existed as real, living, breathing people who probably had ambitions, thoughts, and feelings, the same as we do now.