It is with a little sadness that I read the last rolls of Kodachrome are about to be developed. This story is both personal and strangely detached for me.
I never was one of those aspiring Speilbergs who produced motion picture length films in their backyard. I remember once at school we had a movie project – and my team never finished ours.
But … my father was a keen photographer and film maker. He shot many hours of film of us and the family in the late 50s and early 60s. He very tragically died when I was very young. And that film and photographs should be there for us.
But … it was almost all stolen in Rome in the 70s. For many years I neither sought nor missed it. Just recently, however, I have felt how lovely it would be to see him and the family on film. I think this sort of revisiting of family and origins happens naturally to us.
Still, we do just have the present. Sometimes strangely flavoured with the salt of old memories and passing icons.