I have been putting this off a little. Why? I don't know. It's not like you care one way or the other if or how the pictures from the time capsule film turned out. You aren't going to be elated or disappointed either way. I guess I was putting it off because after I tell the tale it will be told and over, no more wondering for me. No more writing and rewriting in my mind about the images I had hoped to see. All the sights, people and experiences that I had hoped I could touch for just one more second.

When I opened the envelopes that held the prints, negatives and scans on cd I was so excited to see what the past held. I began flipping through the prints of which there were 60 total. I could not believe my eyes. They were terrible. No, they were worse than terrible. I don't know what word to us but it would be really, really bad.

Yes, it was over twenty years ago but surly my memory had not played that big of a trick on me. I know how to shoot black and white images. No, I wasn't a pro by any definition but I was good. I developed and printed images better than these in a converted bedroom and washed them in the bathtub. They were not even a little ok. Most were not even recognizable. Simple shaded blurs with large gouges and burned spots. I chalked it up to poor photography and twenty years in the heat in a dusty drawer.

I spent an entire day trying to salvage and make presentable as many images as possible. It took everything that PSP X had to offer to even make them this good. This is it, 13 out of 60 images and these are garbage. I was so disappointed in myself. I though I was better than this....

And then as I was picking up the packing paper and assorted envelopes that had held the prints I noticed an automated signature on the bottom of a sheet of paper shoved into the package. It was a form letter that read, "We regret to inform you that an equipment failure caused damage to your film. Please accept this roll of film and our sincere apology. BLA BLA BLA..." I quit reading, it didn't really matter... what was done was done. At least it wasn't my fault.

I think I will pass on the offer to develop the new roll. I guess I will give it to whomever buys my 35mm equipment. I sure as heck am not going to expose the roll and then send it to a place that has a form letter explaining about their equipment failure.....

On with the show!

With the exception of the photo of Little Debbie all these images were taken at a family reunion/get together at Tenkiller Lake in Eastern Oklahoma. I believe it took place in the summer of 1985 or 1986. (if anyone knows for sure let me know)



My little boy. Not so little anymore. He is a grown man with a family of his own. You can't see it but he is wearing a Chuck E. Cheese t-shirt. He loved that place, even though the purple ape scared him so bad he cried.

Jennifer, My brothers first love. Such a very pretty girl. And just as sweet as could be. Jennifer if you read this give me a call. There are a lot of people that would like to know you are OK.

Jennifer and my first wife, Cheri.

Little Debbie, she was office manager at the Subaru dealership where I worked. I had a chance to see her around Christmas this year when she came back to town to visit friends and family. It is nice to catch up.

It is hard to see so I may be wrong but I think this is Uncle Ervin in the hat with his back to the camera. Cousin Gwen on the left, Uncle Ronnie Standing in the striped shirt, Grandma Brewster seated at the right corner of the table, my dad with the striped hat and I believe that is Cousin Geron facing away from the camera next to Grandma.

I truly have absolutely no idea who this child is... I am too old or forgetful or something... maybe a Hunt? Someone help me on this one....

This is my mom after she had finished chemo and entered into what my son coined, ("Nana your not fat your fluffy") and we all referred to, as mom's 'Fluffy" period. She had finally started putting on some weight after the cancer went into remission.


Uncle Ronnie sleeping and probably dreaming up a new football formation or pay.


Phillip giving me the "I will curse you until the end of your days if you don't get that camera out of my face" look.


Uncle Ervin in the cowboy hat I think Cousin Brenda in the striped top and Cousin-in-law Lee in the ball cap.



My uncle Gene, mom's little brother. His thumb is up so he must be talking about food. He lived with us for a while when I was little and he and his cousin were playing catch in the yard and I got hit in the head with a wild pitch. So it's probably his fault that I'm not quite right.


Grandpa Brewster, Mom's dad.



Mom and her sister Bee. Or Aunt Bee to me. Bee it wife to Uncle Ronnie.

All in all, I guess having 13 images that are bad is better than not knowing what you might have or not having them at all.