Random thoughts about roadside art, National Parks, historic preservation, philosophy of technology, and whatever else happens to cross my mind.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
I scanned another tray of my dad's slides recently. He took hundreds of slides starting sometime in the 1960s and continuing until he died in 1996. I bought a scanner with a slide attachment a couple years ago with the intention of scanning them all as soon as possible, but of course I didn't. It's a time consuming process, and I've never been noted for my patience.
It's been kind of an odd experience, going through the slides and realizing that at the time the Old Man took them, he was considerably younger than I am now.