I'm impressed with a blog that can appreciate the unappreciated. Old textbooks and manuals sometimes had a brilliant sense of composition and style. Indeed, art isn't just found in downtown museams, but in stacks of old paper at your local bookstore.
Old photographs have a sort of mysterious aesthetic that is both nostalgic and sad. You are simultaneously overjoyed by visions of bygone days and reminded of the steady march of time, the fleeting transience of life. Indeed, old photographs are your eyes to a time that is no more, and Square America captures it in all its varieties better than any other.