. . . a Family Album of Gaea. Steichen's 1955 Family of Man exhibit generated not only a vastly influential anthology of photographs (my childhood introduction to some of the greats, and I expect for some of you as well), but an ethos of bearing witness to human commonality that can show us how to look (and live) beyond race, class, gender, age, violence, or whatever other ills or evils you care to list.
My definition of nostalgia: the past without the pain. A weakness for sentimentalizing people, places, things, events, coupled with a willingness to overlook difficulties, contradictions, destructions. Some earn nostalgia by living through enough awfulness and disappointment to deserve quiet images of unviolated landscapes, animal peace, macro-daffodils; most are old enough to have outlived many if not most of their own pretensions as well. They deserve the Voltairean 'cultivate your garden' retreat, or the spectacle of Monet's water lilies apart from the lifelong discipline it took Monet to reach that apex of expressive serenity. I don't expect them to be artists, or to care for any form of photography that is not serene. (I don't expect them to care for instagrams either, even if they adore their kids or grandkids who produced these throwaway images.). . .