I’m feeling it — weathered, that is — already.
The project: sort, scan, blog old photos.
But, sadly, far far too many of my photos from this early era are failed experiments in the darkroom, photos damaged by the ravages of a leaky basement, and photos discovered only in contact sheet form. I have many of the latter, and though they don’t scan well — they’re too small and the texture of the photo paper too apparent as I enlarge them — I will post a few anyway. Think of it as peek behind a weathered old door, but a door that only opens just a little because the hinges are so rusty.