Quite a few years ago, I decided that I ought to build a soft copy library of old family pics. That was in the days when I thought of family as a unit. Anyway, I knew most pictures were spread out among siblings and so on among my parents’ generation and no one would let theirs go for fear they’d never see them again. So I persuaded them one by one to give me the pics so I could scan them and then return the originals to the respectful owners, along with a CD of all the pictures. On getting those pics I realized how badly some of them had been damaged. Seemed like everyone wanted a piece of the pie but didn’t know better than to leave the pie out on the ledge where the ants could get to them. In this case of course, it was silverfish that did most of the damage. So I had to learn photoshopping to try and repair the photographs. Only, I was too impatient to go through a book. I still think I did a good job. This one is of my maternal grandparents, taken in the Belgrade where my mother’s dad worked in the Foreign service.
This is the original
And this is after I worked at it.