Some of my fondest childhood memories were watching old photographs come to life in my grandpa’s 35mm Kodak 650h projector. Each slide started with a satisfying click of the reel then finished with a story from decades ago.
We’d make popcorn and drink sweet tea or Coke while we all sat around and listened in rapt attention. Each slide was a new world. A different life. One locked away in a grainy 35mm slide forgotten by time, waiting to be reborn on a bumpy wall in Kalispell, Montana. Continue reading “How to Live Life One Old Kodak Slide at a Time”
