Cameras in Yifate were high-end items, usually requiring two people to operate the cumbersome machinery.
Moreover, they were expensive, with a single photograph costing enough to bankrupt an ordinary citizen, making such luxuries affordable only to nobility.
On the album, I stood straight with a stern look, a young age revealing the demeanor of one in a higher position.
This was also the standard method of taking photographs, since cameras were delicate and not easy to operate, requiring subjects to stand and maintain good posture.
In the album, I even saw my grandmother, but at that time she had already passed away, so her eyes were tightly closed, depicting a somewhat shocking visage.
Clutching the album, I dared not linger in the room any longer and instead carried it outside to continue perusing.
