Last month we remembered my grandfather’s sudden passing. It was a bitter-sweet moment, bitter, because each of us knew the family will never be the same again. On the other hand, however, it is good to know that everyone seems to have come to terms with the loss.
The day before my flight back to Montreal, my grandmother asked if I can find someone to restore an old wedding photo of theirs. I thought about having it done by a professional, but changed my mind, I realized that I wanted to take on the project myself. I started the process as soon as I came back, but it was too painful and my emotions got the best of me so I had to stop. I didn’t touch the file for months. I hated looking at it because every time I did, I cried.
I don’t know what happened, but when I turned my computer on this morning, it felt like my mind was on auto-pilot. Before I know it, I was half-way through the restoration. And it was turning out pretty darn good. My grandmother didn’t have any other copy, aside from the wood-laminated one hanging on their bedroom wall, so the image above is a photo of a photo.
The original image had some major stains, so I decided it would be best to convert it to black and white during restoration. It wasn’t an easy task, and the outcome is definitely not perfect. But I did it, and I am absolutely happy with the final image.