A good friend of mine recently asked me to restore a photo of her grandfather. She, her mother and her grandmother were all in cahoots to surprise her grandfather with a renewed vision of a cherished picture from his past. Over time this picture became very special to him and it’s one of his more vivid memories so they wanted it to be larger and clearer than it’s been in a long time.
They snuck the tiny photo out of its frame one night so my friend could bring it to me to scan, restore and enlarge.
The original and the restored version (Click on the image to enlarge)
Restoring photos like this is almost a meditative process, slowly cleaning away the knicks and scrapes that have accumulated over the years. I found myself imagining what the atmosphere and the rest of the scene was like when this photo was captured. For me it lives in my imagination, incomplete and hazy. But hopefully my friend’s grandfather, Skip, can look at this photo now and more vividly recall that time and place. Life is a collection of memories and without them we begin to lose ourselves which is very frightening.
The photo started out at a tiny 2.8 x 2.5 but in the end it was printed at 8.9 x 8. I wasn’t there to see him open it but my friend sent these pictures.
If you’re lucky enough to have grandparents, cherish them while you can. No one will every love you like they do.