Still trying to find the photo from our Bahamas trip in 1995 that I talked about yesterday. I hunted through drawers and bookshelves again. Joanne tried a few spots, finding several interesting photos but nothing from the Bahamas. Finally I went back to the box that held the "reject" photos. Because this was well before the digital camera takeover, there were negatives stored along with the prints. I found the negatives and scanned them on my Canon scanner, not a satisfying experience.
At a resolution of 2400 pixels per inch, scanning a single frame took about 20 minutes despite a dialog box that promised 11 minutes. As I write this I can hear the computer processing the image but still haven't seen it. It should pop up in Photoshop any minute now—hope it's worth the wait.
Finally, here it is. Not as good a photo as I remembered. It took a bit of tweaking in Photoshop to make it presentable since everything in the foreground was quite dark.
But you get the idea— quite a beautiful view overlooking the Caribbean. You can't see the pink sand beaches that stretched for miles in each direction. You also can't see me in that thong that Joanne bought me as a joke. And that's a good thing.