Sometimes, these questions are best left unanswered, and the objects, divorced from their creator… I recall at one of my schools there was much fanfare about s

Sometimes, these questions are best left unanswered, and the objects, divorced from their creator… I recall at one of my schools there was much fanfare about several boxes of slides found during renovations in the early 90s, of life in and around the school during the 50s and 60s. Fantastic photographs, from what I recall. Anyway. They did an exhibition, creator unknown… and one of the teachers from the era came by. He immediately knew whose photos they were - a master from the time who had been rumoured to have been having an affair with a boy, and ensuingly shot his wife and himself. Back then, as when I was there, masters quite commonly lived in cottages, if married, or apartments at the school, some of which had become classrooms by my day. The identity of the photographer immediately clouded the lens through which his work has been seen, as people suddenly thought to ask questions like “yes, why was there someone with a camera when the boys were dressing for school?”