I can look at old photos for long stretches of time and be quite content.
Subject and whether color or b&w don’t matter to me as much as the pics having some age on them.
A friend in Mexico City dropped me off at his grandmother’s decades ago while he did a few errands that had urgently come up.
The grandmother and I spent the day looking through boxes of her old photos. She described many of them and talked about many related things. What a great day, especially for building vocabulary in Spanish.
She broke out some wine and snacks, then said, “want to go to the patio for a smoke?” Heck yeah. She was fun.
My friend, who was only to be gone for an hour, returned some six hours later with profuse apologies.
No apologies! We had a good time.
Photography, like the telephone and air travel, I view as a miracle.