50 Iconic and Rare Historical Photographs

We at HistoryColored have decided to curate 50 interesting, rare and iconic photos from history. There are many reasons why a photograph may be featured on this list. Some of the reasons include: it was the first time something was ever captured on camera, it shows a famous figure from history, the image depicts an important historical event, it is a “rare” photo that does not get shared as much as it should, or it is an “iconic” historical photo. It may not fall under any of these categories but can still be featured in this list for a different reason.

These photographs are in no particular order. They have been curated and added to the list over a long period of time, so no decision was taken on how they should be ordered. Be sure to take the time to check out every historical photograph featured on this list!

As well as this list, be sure to check out the other photos featured on HistoryColored!

1. The First Photograph Ever Taken, 1826 or 1827

The first photograph in history, the view from a window at Le Gras in 1826 or 1827.
The oldest surviving photograph to exist. It was taken by pioneer photographer, Joseph Nicéphore Niépce. The scene depicts a view from a window in Nicéphore Niépce’s estate known as Le Gras in Saint-Loup-de-Varennes, Bourgogne, France in 1826 or 1827. Credit: Wikimedia Commons // Public Domain

2. General William Tecumseh Sherman, circa 1865

Side profile photograph of General William Tecumseh Sherman in his Union Army military uniform in c. 1865
Side profile of Union Army Major General, and the Commanding General of the US Army, William Tecumseh Sherman, in his Union Army military uniform in circa 1865. Credit: Wikimedia Commons // Public Domain

3. Dali Atomicus, 1948

Salvador Dali suspended in mid air along with other objects within the iconic photograph Dali Atomicus taken in 1948
The photographic artwork by Philippe Halsman called “Dali Atomicus” showing three cats water, an easel, a chair, and Salvador Dalí all frozen in mid-air, 1948. This was the 28th attempt at taking this photograph. Credit: Library of Congress // Public Domain

4. The Solvay Conference on Quantum Mechanics, 1927

Key attendees of the 1927 Solvay conference photographed sitting down and in suits. The names are Auguste Piccard, Émile Henriot, Paul Ehrenfest, Édouard Herzen, Théophile de Donder, Erwin Schrödinger, Jules-Émile Verschaffelt, Wolfgang Pauli, Werner Heisenberg, Ralph Howard Fowler, Léon Brillouin,
Peter Debye, Martin Knudsen, William Lawrence Bragg, Hendrik Anthony Kramers, Paul Dirac, Arthur Compton, Louis de Broglie, Max Born, Niels Bohr,
Irving Langmuir, Max Planck, Marie Skłodowska Curie, Hendrik Lorentz, Albert Einstein, Paul Langevin, Charles Eugène Guye, Charles Thomson Rees Wilson, Owen Willans Richardson
The 1927 Solvay Conference on Quantum Mechanics at the Institut International de Physique Solvay in Brussels, Belgium. This image features many of the greatest scientists in modern history. Some of those that you may recognize are: Albert Einstein, Marie Curie, Max Planck, Niels Bohr, and Auguste Piccard. See the full list of names here. Credit: Wikimedia Commons // Public Domain

5. King George V & Tsar Nicholas II Together, 1913

Nicholas II of Russia photographed alongside similar looking and cousin King George V of the United Kingdom, while wearing military uniform.
First cousins and royals Tsar Nicholas II of Russia (left) & King George V of the United Kingdom (right) photographed together wearing military uniforms in Berlin, Germany, 1913. Credit: Library of Congress // Public Domain

6. The Manhattan Bridge Under Construction, 1909

Photographs of the Manhattan Bridge under construction. You can see the layout of the bridge but there is still a lot to build. March 23 1909.
The construction of the Manhattan Bridge on the East River in New York City. This photograph was taken on March 23, 1909. The bridge finished construction in 1909 and first opened up on the 31st of December 1909. Credit: Library of Congress // Public Domain

7. Soviet Prisoner of War, 1940

An injured Prisoner of War from the Soviet Union with a bandage around his bloody head, with clothing wrapped around his body. He looks cold as he is near the Arctic Circle where temperatures can get to -43 degrees Celsius
An injured Soviet Prisoner of War (POW) dressed in new clothes near the Arctic Circle in Rovaniemi, Finland, during the Winter War on the 6th of January 1940. Credit: Military Museum of Finland // CC BY 4.0

8. Dr. Wernher von Braun with 5 F-1 Engines

Aerospace engineer Wernher von Braun standing next to five F-1 rocket engines in 1969.
Dr. Wernher von Braun, an aerospace engineer that was a leading figure in Nazi German rocket technology, and then United States rocket technology, photographed standing in front of five F-1 rocket engines in circa 1969. Credit: Wikimedia Commons // Public Domains

My Best Friend Asked Me to Watch Her Kids for an Hour – I Didn’t See Her Again for 7 Years

Melanie agrees to watch her best friend’s kids for an hour, but she doesn’t return. Melanie files a missing person report and takes on the role of mother. Seven years later, a seaside encounter with a familiar face shatters the family’s newfound peace, reigniting old wounds and unresolved emotions.

I’m Melanie, and I want to tell you about the most significant day in my life. I had just gotten home from a grueling day at the office.

A woman rubbing at her temples | Source: Pexels

A woman rubbing at her temples | Source: Pexels

All I wanted was to kick back with a glass of wine and lose myself in some cheesy rom-com. You know, the kind where you don’t have to think too hard, just laugh at the predictable plot and cry a little at the happy ending.

But life, as it often does, had other plans.

I was just about to hit play when there was a knock at the door. I wasn’t expecting anyone, so I hesitated, peeking through the peephole.

A woman standing by a door | Source: Midjourney

A woman standing by a door | Source: Midjourney

To my surprise, it was Christina, my best friend. And she wasn’t alone. She had her two kids, Dylan, who was five, and baby Mike, barely two months old, bundled up in her arms.

“Melanie, I need your help,” she said, her voice trembling. “I have to see a doctor urgently. Can you watch the boys for an hour? Just an hour, I promise.”

Chris looked desperate, and honestly, it scared me. She was always the strong one, the one who had it all together. Seeing her like that, so vulnerable, was jarring.

A woman standing on a porch with her kids | Source: Midjourney

A woman standing on a porch with her kids | Source: Midjourney

I felt a knot form in my stomach, but I couldn’t say no to her. How could I?

“Of course, Chris,” I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt. “Come in, let’s get you sorted.”

She handed me baby Mike and kissed Dylan on the forehead.

“I’ll be back soon,” she said, her eyes wide with an urgency I’d never seen before. And then she was gone, leaving me with two kids and a head full of questions.

A woman standing in a doorway with two kids | Source: Midjourney

A woman standing in a doorway with two kids | Source: Midjourney

That hour turned into two. Then three. Night fell, and Chris still hadn’t returned.

I called her phone repeatedly, but it went straight to voicemail. The unease grew into full-blown panic. I put the boys to bed, trying to keep my worry from spilling over onto them.

Days passed with no word from Chris. I filed a missing person report, hoping the police could find her quickly. In the meantime, I was left to care for Dylan and Mike. Temporarily, I told myself. Just until Chris comes back.

A woman staring thoughtfully out a window | Source: Pexels

A woman staring thoughtfully out a window | Source: Pexels

But she didn’t come back. Weeks turned into months, and the boys started to feel more like my own kids than Chris’s. They began calling me “Mom,” a habit that started naturally and felt strangely right.

The first time Dylan called me Mom was at his school’s parent-teacher meeting. He ran up to his friends and proudly introduced me, “This is my mom!”

My heart nearly burst. I knew then that I couldn’t just be their temporary guardian anymore.

A woman hugging a boy | Source: Midjourney

A woman hugging a boy | Source: Midjourney

They needed stability, a real home, and someone who would be there for them always. So, I started the legal process to adopt them. It wasn’t easy, but it was worth it.

Mike’s first steps were a cause for celebration, a moment of pure joy that we shared together. Dylan’s first soccer game, where he scored a goal and ran to me shouting, “Did you see that, Mom? Did you see?”

Those moments stitched us together as a family.

Fast forward seven years, and we went to a seaside town for vacation.

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Seaside town | Source: Pexels

The ocean breeze was refreshing, and the boys were laughing, carefree and happy. We walked along the shore, collecting shells and splashing in the waves. It was perfect.

Then, out of nowhere, Dylan froze. He pointed to a woman in the crowd.

“Is that her?” he asked, his voice shaking. I followed his gaze and felt my heart stop. It was Chris. Older, worn, but unmistakably Chris.

“Yes, it is,” I whispered, unable to believe my eyes.

Dylan didn’t wait.

A shocked boy on a beach | Source: Midjourney

A shocked boy on a beach | Source: Midjourney

He took off running toward her, leaving Mike and me standing in the sand, our breaths caught in our throats. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched my son sprint towards the woman who had left him so long ago.

“Why did you leave us?” Dylan shouted, his voice carrying over the sound of the waves. “Do you know what you did? We waited for you! Mom waited for you!”

The woman turned, eyes wide with shock, but then her expression hardened.

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A woman on a beach | Source: Pexels

“You must have me confused with someone else,” she said, her voice flat and devoid of emotion. “I’m not who you think I am.”

Dylan stood his ground, tears streaming down his face. “LIAR! I DON’T CARE IF YOU PRETEND THAT YOU DON’T KNOW ME, OR SAY I’M CONFUSED! I KNOW THE TRUTH. YOU ARE NOT MY MOTHER, SHE IS!”

He turned then and pointed at me, his eyes burning with a fierce protectiveness that made my heart ache.

I walked over, holding Mike close.

A woman holding a boy on a beach | Source: Midjourney

A woman holding a boy on a beach | Source: Midjourney

“Chris, would you say something, please? We deserve to know what happened,” I said.

But she turned away, staring out at the ocean with a face like stone.

I placed my hand on Dylan’s shoulder.

“Dylan, let’s go,” I said softly, but he shook his head, not done yet.

“When I grow up,” Dylan continued, his voice breaking but strong, “I’ll make a lot of money and buy my true mom a house and a car and do anything to make her smile! Because she deserves it! And you deserve to spend your whole life alone!”

A boy shouting | Source: Midjourney

A boy shouting | Source: Midjourney

With that, he turned on his heel, leaving Chris—or whoever she claimed to be—standing there, stunned and silent.

We left the beach in silence, the weight of the encounter pressing down on us. The boys were quiet, their usual chatter replaced by the heavy silence of unresolved emotions.

There was no cheering the boys up as we headed to the hotel to check-in. It took a while, but eventually, we headed to our room.

I was relieved to get away from the beach, but the sight that greeted us wasn’t comforting.

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A hotel room | Source: Pexels

The bathroom was a mess, clearly untouched by housekeeping.

“Just what we need,” I muttered under my breath. I picked up the phone and called the front desk. “Hi, we just checked into room 212, and the bathroom hasn’t been cleaned. Can you send someone up, please?”

A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to find a cleaning lady standing there, her head down, face hidden by a worn-out cap.

“Come in,” I said, stepping aside.

A hotel maid standing in a corridor | Source: Midjourney

A hotel maid standing in a corridor | Source: Midjourney

She moved slowly, deliberately, and something about her seemed familiar.

When she finally looked up, I gasped. It was Chris again!

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” I yelped.

“What are you doing here?” Dylan said, his voice a mix of disbelief and anger. “Are you following us?”

Chris—or Alice, as her name tag read—looked like she was about to collapse.

“I… I work here. I came to clean the bathroom,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “But now… I’m sorry, Melanie. I never meant for any of this to happen.”

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An emotional woman | Source: Pexels

“I was desperate when I came to you that day,” she continued as tears ran down her face. “I’d sunk into a real dark place and I just… I couldn’t hold myself together anymore, let alone take care of two kids.”

“Then you should’ve asked for help,” I snapped. “I would’ve done anything I could…”

My voice trailed off as I stared into Chris’s eyes. The truth hit me like a truck: The woman I’d always thought was so strong had been struggling in secret, unwilling or unable to reach out for help.

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A woman crying | Source: Pexels

Her leaving the boys with me was the most she could do. It was her last, desperate attempt to save her children and herself. And it broke my heart.

“It never had to be this way, Chris.”

“There was no other option,” she replied, her voice heavy with regret.

Dylan’s face hardened, and he stepped in between Chris and me. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a dollar, pressing it into Chris’s hand.

“Don’t worry about the bathroom,” he said coldly. “We will clean it ourselves.”

A one dollar bill | Source: Pexels

A one dollar bill | Source: Pexels

Chris stood there, tears welling up in her eyes, as Dylan shut the door in her face. He then turned to me, and I pulled him into a tight hug.

I held my boys close, comforting them as best I could. A part of me was grateful we’d run into Chris. We finally had some closure on why she did what she did, even if Dylan and Mike were too young to understand.

“Can we go home, Mom?” Dylan asked. “I don’t want to see her again.”

A woman hugging two young brothers | Source: Midjourney

A woman hugging two young brothers | Source: Midjourney

We left within the hour.

Back home, life slowly returned to normal. The encounter with Chris became a past chapter, something we had faced and left behind.

We had survived abandonment, heartache, and uncertainty, but we had come out the other side stronger and more united than ever. Our family was a testament to the power of love and resilience, and as I watched my boys play, I knew we could face anything together.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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