It's Official...

...I'm an Old Fart today. I know I'm really old as Calvin's Dad explains so ably below.

I found this near-prehistoric black and white picture this morning in one of my Grandmother's many boxes of photographs. There is no description or date on the back of it but I've been told this is me sitting on a sofa with a new striped tiger that I had just gotten for a present.

I don't look too thrilled about the tiger do I?

I bet a had an affinity for the sofa though, I remember it turned a medium brown color with tufts of orange and gold when the world turned color way back when.



Calvin: Dad, how come old photographs are always black and white? Didn't they have color film back then?
Dad: Sure they did. In fact, those old photographs are in color. It's just the world was black and white then.
Calvin: Really?
Dad: Yep. The world didn't turn color until sometime in the 1930s, and it was pretty grainy color for a while, too.
Calvin: That's really weird.
Dad: Well, truth is stranger than fiction.
Calvin: But then why are old paintings in color?! If their world was black and white, wouldn't artists have painted it that way?
Dad: Not necessarily. A lot of great artists were insane.
Calvin: But...but how could they have painted in color anyway? Wouldn't their paints have been shades of gray back then?
Dad: Of course, but they turned colors like everything else did in the '30s.
Calvin: So why didn't old black and white photos turn color too?
Dad: Because they were color pictures of black and white, remember?

Calvin: The world is a complicated place, Hobbes.
Hobbes: Whenever it seems that way, I take a nap in a tree and wait for dinner.