I have an odd facination when looking at old photographs…miners standing by a mine in 1865, city view of downtown Chicago circa 1902, etc. etc. The photos are interesting on many levels - clothing styles, hair styles, the activities and the objects in the background. Plus there is the art factor - the lighting, the posing or lack of posing for the picture.
But then I look at that photo, think of the moment it was taken, look at the people in the picture and think “every person in that photo is dead”.
Is this a “normal” or “creepy morbid” thought when looking at photos like this?