There is a sense of artificiality when looking at images of the past. That moment no longer exists, sometimes, those places and those people no longer exists. It is the artefacts of the moment that continue when the subjects are so temporary. I juxtaposed slides of my family, now gone, in places, now gone, with what I considered an object of permanence.
Artificial flowers and holding hands, so opposite. This is all an exercise in holding on.