I picked up a bunch of vintage photos of people taking hikes on several well-known Southern California trails. This one of a couple sliding on a snowy Mt. Wilson, usually the closest snow to Los Angeles.
I love this picture of a well-dressed old woman. I'm sure those are her own roses. Her clothes and half smile remind me of the main character in the current novel I'm working on--also set in early twentieth century Los Angeles. Although, she is too old for it to really be a photo of Martha. I'm in love with the belted jacket and long skirt. In that outfit, one could be ready for anything--afternoon tea or a jaunt through the jungle.
You can read a short story with Martha, my Lady Detective, here.
I like this picture because if feels so staged. The dusty car, the fishing pole leaning against the light/rearview mirror, the handsome guy with a lit cigarette. It looks more like a movie still or promotional picture than just a picture from someone's personal collection.