My father was an amateur photographer

I just came across a box of his photos. I'm not sure when the photos were taken, but they were in a box that held photo paper and the box was dated 1939. He was very much into taking pictures of scenic things. The pictures as they appear in the stack are as follows:

A great Dane in a window
People strolling through a park
A church procession
A town square decorated with swastikas
A man standing under a tree
The dome of a church
Two children and a bicycle
Two women standing at a garden gate
A row of men cross country skiing in front of pine trees
A house with a thatched roof
Soldiers in Nazi uniforms riding in a horse-drawn wagon
A boy looking at swans


The point of this is, I suppose, that even when evil is afoot, it's likely to look just like another bit of the scenery--it's only afterwards that we truly recognize it for what it is.