What happens to books when nobody reads them? What happens to records when nobody listens? What happens to the photos when nobody looks? Rather than discover, I preferred to take the lead. With proper precautions, I climbed out of the family album a series of shots that have in common that they be taken at the same place and I putted them back in context. The fire station was destroyed, the garden wall was repainted and the cinema was closed. But other than that, the pool water was still clear, tennis players assiduous and begonias still flourishing. Basically, nothing has changed.