Another week, another strip of old negatives. Stealing a quick overview of the images by holding the strip up to the light, there seems to be few connections between the pictures other than they must have been taken around the same time. But the joy of scanning comes when the scanned image appears and you can search down through the detail : it is the closest feeling I know to the delights of watching a print emerge in a dish of developing solution. Emerging today - from 42 years of slumber - are The Good Lady Wife (4 years before she became the Good Lady Wife), my mother and my father. The setting is undoubtedly Trafalgar Square in London - that is the National Gallery in the background - and the visit was made when the GLW was doing her Latin degree in London (long before she decided to become a doctor). In such pictures it is always the detail which is interesting : in this case it is the cigarette in my fathers' hand. I had almost forgotten that he used to smoke during this period of his life.