Here's my image:
This is called “Ferme du château, Cornusson” from the collection of the Bibliothèque de Toulouse. It was taken by one Eugène Trutat between 1859 and 1910.
When I first looked at this image, I was completely uninspired. Ok, we see two people, who have played or are about to play tennis. Ok, she’s wearing hideously impractical clothes, hmm, can I do anything with that? Nope, not really. Perhaps I could do something about their relationship – tennis game as metaphor for the battle of the sexes? Blecch! Been done to death, that one.
The past is a foreign country….? Hmm, now we’re onto something. What would I see if I had a time machine and went back to that scene?
Stepping from my time machine
I came upon an idyllic scene.
A tennis game, a summer’s day
A smiling invite: come and play!
It’s France, the year is nineteen-ten
Oh, but things were different then.
We know their customs and their ways
From dusty photos from those days.
But ‘pon my soul! What could be creepier?
Back then, the world was actually sepia.