Pictures represent Jacob’s connection (or lack of connection) to the past. Abe initially shows Jacob photos of the kids at Miss Peregrine’s as a way of connecting Jacob with Abe’s own childhood (particularly because Jacob is also peculiar, though he doesn’t know it at the time). Abe uses pictures as a conduit for stories about growing up at the children’s home. But as Jacob grows older and refuses to believe that the photos are real, he also rejects his former sense of connection to his grandfather’s past, believing that his grandfather was largely exaggerating the stories and lying about his upbringing.
Ultimately, Jacob recognizes that the pictures are connected to his grandfather’s past. As he sorts through an old trunk in Miss Peregrine’s home, he discovers similar pictures and then meets some of the children who appear in the photos. In doing so, he not only realizes Abe’s stories were true, but he also renews his personal connection to his grandfather’s past, even entering the world depicted in the photos as he learns more about his own identity as a peculiar.
At the end of the book, the children don’t take any photo albums with them as they set out from the house. Instead, Bronwyn takes Miss Peregrine’s camera and takes new pictures as they set out on three boats from the island. Jacob comments that perhaps he might one day “have [his] own stack of yellowed photos to show skeptical grandchildren,” suggesting that he intends to use future photos as a connection to his own past.
Pictures Quotes in Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children
In the next boat, I saw Bronwyn wave and raise Miss Peregrine’s camera to her eye. I smiled back. We’d brought none of the old photo albums with us; maybe this would be the first picture in a brand new one. It was strange to think that one day I might have my own stack of yellowed photos to show skeptical grandchildren—and my own fantastic stories to share.
Then Bronwyn lowered the camera and raised her arm, pointing at something beyond us. In the distance, black against the rising sun, a silent procession of battleships punctuated the horizon.
We rowed faster.