I didn't take this shot (that might be obvious), it was taken in the 1950s,
way before I was born.

The man on the right is my beloved great uncle, who died a month ago, aged 97, one of the kindest men I have ever met.

I'm currently going through all his photographs, which I asked if I could archive from his estate.
I'm spending my spare time scanning and processing them.

The man on the left is my father, and the lady is my great uncle's wife.
They were touring Spain/France, and my mother took the shot.
Despite the fact she hasn't managed to get all the car in, there is something
about this shot that I like.

I'm not sure if it's an artistic thing or something closer
to Barthes' punctum. There's something about the composition that
intrigues me, and something about this post-war shot that looks (to my eyes) almost American.
I don't know why.

Anyway, these really are ghost images, because I've lost all these 3 people in the past 5 years. It's my favourite shot of them.