On a functional level, this project is simple: with access to a scanner, I was able to comb through old negatives and slides to create a compendium of images from my pre-digital archives.  From a process standpoint, this meant sifting through perhaps a thousand possibilities and choosing which to scan, then choosing which scanned images were worthy of digital workups, and so on.
My main interest, creatively was, rather than fighting the natural disconnection that would occur by removing selected images from their original context, to actively embrace it.  I thought it might be like gathering a selection of stones from a massive beach, taking them home, cutting and polishing some, cleaning others, while leaving still others raw, as I found them, then presenting them together in a new context.
Something transformative might happen.

What was originally meant to be one thing might now become something else; any one of these might become any other: formal exercise, travel snap, knee-jerk portrait, premeditated experiment, simple accident, or historical document.

But it wasn't like that.  Not quite.  It was more like digging slabs from the permafrost, dealing with the physicality of aged yet preserved celluloid, and performing a final euthanasia: transforming each into relative nothingness, bringing each silently into the weightless superstrata of cyberspace.  These were objects, after all, not strings of ones and zeroes, and therefore subject to creases, tears, scratches, water, mold, and coffee stains.  Ironically this physicality made them seem more enduring and more vital than contemporary documents, which may easily be lost in a cloud.  But in the end, simply put, these are just some curious things I dug up.