I've got a time machine beside my desk. It says Epson V750 Pro on the side, but it's a time machine all the same. There are no warning labels on it, but having the V750 and the database containing my notes and photo files in close proximity is a dangerous combination. At least it is if like me you're easily prone to distraction. One wrong keystroke and I'm lost in the past.
That's just what happened this morning. I checked today's date in my files and before I knew it, the Wayback machine had whisked me back to 1992 and a summertime visit with friends in Milwaukee and environs. So the Epson whirred away for a couple pleasant hours as I worked through a stack of Kodachromes exposed on August 27, 1992. The photographs in those familiar 2x2 mounts transported me to a another time; a time when GP7s, GP30s, and cabooses were commonplace and Wisconsin Central was king of the regionals; back to a trackside lunch at Duplainville with friends. The images aren't artful or even memorable, but they capture a time and place. And that's exactly what I aspired when I first picked up a camera more nearly 50 years ago.