My sister was looking through photos of the neighbourhood we grew up in in Amsterdam. She saw one of the mayor at a ceremony for driving in the first pile for the office building slated to be built behind our place. He was in a 1910 Spijker, a car that had been produced in a factory that had stood there in the early part of the 20th century. She saw that someone was standing on what she figured to be our balcony. Now, our father was a serious shutterbug. She looked through all of our photos and found the photo that he took the same day. Same scene, two perspectives. The photographer was photographed by the photographer.