Here's an example of what images mean to the people involved and how little they mean when separated from their context.
A technician who worked for Kodak in the early days of Kodachrome got some 16mm Kodachrome film and made movies of his hometown and his girl. The film was developed, marked as experimental, and then lost because the technician became a pilot in the Army Air Corps, went to Europe flying a B-17, and never returned.
The film was found in an attic and a local historian got to view it. The historian did his research and figured out who the people were. The young woman is now 96 years old and still living in the same town. The historian made contact and took the film to her. This is what a picture or a film can mean to someone:
*H/T to Brigid who used this story in the context of a larger piece in her August 4th post about her dad.