I've spent the last several months scanning in old photos of my own, specifically 1985 to 2001 (when I went digital). It's been a very strange, mostly enjoyable, but somewhat melancholy process. Too many dead people and pets. My friend Jim, scarcely 3 months older than me, kicked the bucket not too long ago - and it's been weird seeing how dozens of photos of him have affected me now that he's dead vs. how they affected me when he was still alive during most of the tenure of this multi-year project.
Death is a drag.
