I have been working on a project as a gift. A gift for my Dad. For my sister. For my brother. And for me.
My Dad has trays and trays and trays of slides from the 1950s and 1960s. Over the years, they have become damaged. So before the damage becomes worse, I am working to scan them into a digital format. Unfortunately, I can't afford a high-end film scanner so the results are not optimal.
But every so often, I run across a slide that is just perfect. Maybe not the quality of the slide. Or the quality of the scan.
But it is perfect in the feeling of love that it evokes.