Wednesday, 13 February 2013

Whirring and clicking.


I've spent the past two months going through hundreds of photographic slides that belonged to my grandfather.

It reminds me of special slide nights back in the 90s where a couple dozen family members were crammed into a small lounge room on a balmy summer's night to watch the latest photographic offerings of our enthusiastic grandfather.

We would gather and eat curry for dinner, and then the lights would go off and we'd settle down for hours to witness the show, all whilst listening to the whirring, and the clicking, whirring, and clicking, of the slide projector doing its rounds.


Digital slideshows - you have no comparison.

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