Not our nature to be removed from nature

Somewhere around the age of 5, my son became fascinated by the concept of a time that existed before he did. He had somehow stumbled upon the word old-fashioned and rather charmingly began to apply it to anything and everything that obviously predated the world as he knows it: steam engines, antique cars, Victorian houses. Perhaps not quite as charming, at least to my wife and me, was when he would point to family photos from when we were wee children and explain to all who would hear that these, too, were artifacts from “the old-fashioned days.”