Those people came in living color too, I remind myself, and it's only when you try to imagine what they might have looked like in the flesh that they truly come to life.
But when you look at Siobhan herself, in color and as she appears "normally," you see the subtle shades in her skin. Her face softens, her eyes look more intriguing than piercing. She becomes, to us, real.
How many of us have looked at old photos in museums and passed them by because they weren't relevant? Because the photos were so old, who cares?
I know I did. But I try not to anymore.
Reading books like David McCullough's The Greater Journey and Matthew Algeo's The President is a Sick Man has helped me visualize people from long ago as they actually were. Not as blank-faced, sepia-toned photographs, but as living, breathing individuals, just like us today. There but for the grace of God....
That's a nice lesson to learn.
So, to whomever put those two photos of Ms. Finneran together, thank you for the lesson.