You find an old box of slides, untouched for years, containing images of loved ones long gone from the earthly plane.
Get very quiet and you might hear them say:
Come out and play . . . we’ll meet you halfway.
Images are of my father, grandmother, and uncle, plus an unknown girl in the uppermost image. Originally captured in the 1960s and printed as slides, I used a Nikon to zoom into these images, thus converting them into digital format . . . and just in time for Father’s Day! Such a sweet meeting between the earthly plane and the great beyond. 😉
4 responses to “When The Dead Speak”
these gems couldn’t have fallen into better hands! don’t you just love them? i love the era, the red pockets, red bike, and red wall. So cool
Thanks, Angie! Yes, it was a pleasant surprise to come across them — a portal into a different era. The red bike is awesome! My uncle Victor looks pleased. 😊🚲
Just amazing Gina 🙏💖 that is uber creative of you, I never would have thought one would be able to get this clear of pics off of slides. Definitely a message from beyond 😉 Thanks for sharing!!! Much love!!!
Thanks, Ilona! 🙂