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Heirloom Tragedy … Saved!

Here’s a real sad case … this photo was almost unrecognizable, and damaged in almost every way possible. It was faded, scratched, stained, and crinkled, but we were able to work with it and help the family preserve an heirloom. Click on the thumbnail below to see what we were able to get out of it.

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Restoration Job

Hey everyone here’s a little change of pace.  Even though photography takes the center stage, Clark Imaging also specializes in photo restoration.  It seems like almost everyone has some old family photos for the 1920′s – or earlier – that are just sitting in a shoebox in the attic, literally rotten.  If those pictures are lost, then so is our link with our heritage.  It’s our responsibility and great privilege to preserve those memories.  No matter the fading or damage, it never ceases to amaze what we can get save out of old messed up photos.
These are of the father and grandfather of a three-generation military family.  The first one was an 8×10 with heavy water damage throughout and was stuck to the glass, and the second was a crinkled wallet that can now be printed at 8×10+.  Both have also been treated and toned to be printed as a triptych set with the photo of the grandson.

If you like what you see, check out the services page or look at the restoration category here on the blog.


Here’s a somewhat random post for you.  That timelapse from a few days ago has found its way into this little project, which is an exploration into the meaning and role of imagination (and fulfills a quirky requirement for a class I have).  I’d love to hear what you think.  The idea is that it makes you imagine stuff.  :-)  I want you to feel something.  Let me know what that something is by posting a comment below.  Thanks.

Years Away…

Here’s to looking back to a time with no cares.  These are my sister Taralyn’s hands, dwarfing their former shadows.  We made handprints on my father’s workbench way back when he built it twenty-some years ago.  Now we are all in our mid-twenties having kids of our own.  It’s crazy how time flies.