Here is another batch of snaps just 3 by 2
Inches that is of course
Some not quite focused
Some too distant from the subject
Unlike the superior studio portraits
Everyone had taken once in their lives
So professional you hardly recognized them.

Rough so far but shaping up a bit

I'm wondering whether to start with the 'snaps' as we called informal shots and then go back to the bit about colour or lack of it. Except that I like the opening line ' You were once arrayed in colour'.  But perhaps that could be the title?

More, I hope, later.

Starting notes:

you were once arrayed in colour / now shades of grey / I know there was much black worn / but surely grandad had a waistcoat / or apullover of some colour / and mum in her heyday / would wear bright patterned summer dresses. t's hard for our eyes to add the colour / but we should.  Half the snaps are a littlout of focus / or the subjects too far off / studio portraits were spot on / if a bit unlike the actual person / but our Brownies' viewfinders found / it hard to find the view / sometimes the sky has all the attention / sometimes its grass or sand in front of us / but now I peer at faces / guess who's who

Looking through heaps of old photos - some of people I do not recognise.  There are stories there - and if there's a story, there's often a poem.  So we'll see.