Re-organizing history.

A couple of friends and I recently visited a flea market in rural New Hampshire. Among Italian sausages and a plethora of Nintendo paddles, we came across a box of photos which a woman had purchased from an estate sale. My instinct was to feel a tad awful at picking through some family's discarded history--one which I knew nothing of--but the inner, curious artist took over.  I chose a small collection of photographs (a blip of their history) based solely on visual aesthetics, which at first seemed an odd way to pick apart history, but then isn't that all that photography is anyway?