Over the weekend, I perused images for yesterday’s quote.
I began with images of the man, himself; but I wanted a photo that mirrored the meaning behind his words. There were a few of him and his family–even if I could use them legally, the thought of doing so seemed wrong . . . like hijacking the story of another.
So I moved on. Which led me to this photo. Apparently, I was completely oblivious when it last made the rounds. Thank heavens for random searches, because I’m certain my life is richer having seen it. Like the photographer, I can’t help wonder, “at what point do we begin to mistrust one another? When do we begin to judge one another based on gender or race?”
After doing a bit of sleuthing, I found this to be a still from the 1921 silent film Through the Back Door. It stars Mary Pickford, as a 10-year-old Jeanne, a young girl abandoned by her mother in early 1900’s Belgium.
Of course, once I knew the story I had to find the film . . .
So if you’re looking for a diversion (approximately 88 minutes worth), grab yourself a warm beverage, snuggle in, and watch yourself a delightful silent film.