About ten years ago, I began the process of organizing my father’s photography archive. He shot a ton of Kodachrome, and I spent more time looking at the slides than doing any actual organizing. Not having a slide projector, I would empty each of the yellow boxes onto my light box and just get lost in the memories.

It occurred to me one day that there might be a way to re-interpret some of my favorite images. So I grabbed my macro and started to re-photograph the slides that I had selected. The almost nonexistent depth of field blurred everything but the faces and the smiles away.

One of the images I found came from a box marked, “Disneyland,” and sure enough, there’s a shot of me and my grandfather in lock-down, target mode.

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Autotopia, Disneyland, Ca.