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Copy & Restoration

 

Photographic Copying, Scanning and Restoration

 

At Walter Psotka Photography:

We believe in the value and integrity of a photographic portrait.

We believe that everyone should invest in archivally-finished prints of beloved family members.

We believe in photographic integrity, as these images give us a window into our past.

Walter is honoured to help you preserve your family’s heritage in photographs.

Bring in your treasured photograph, no matter how faded, torn or tattered, and Walter will work his magic and bring your photograph back to life!

 

We do a lot of work with old photographs, and we can even separate a person from a group photograph and create a new background.

One occasion when a good photograph of a loved one is so important, is when the person has passed away, and a portrait is needed for a funeral service.  We have often put all our other work aside to accommodate a family in need.

 

The Tattered Photograph

By: Marty Rickard

He sat before me, wrinkled, grey,
a tear upon her cheek.
Her head was bowed, her eyes cast down,
she could barely speak.  Her husband of half a century
had taken glory’s path,
now all she had were memories
and one tattered photograph. She looked up with beggar’s eyes,
and asked so tenderly,
Can you repair this photograph?
It means the world to me.  For fifty years I felt his touch
now death’s torn us apart.
This photograph is all I have
to ease the aching in my heart.  I fixed the cracks across his face
and brightened up his eye,
and when she saw the photograph
she could only cry How much? she sobbed, it matters not
… I’ll pay any fee.
I said, I only want a smile,
that’s good enough for me.  She squeezed my hand and paid her bill,
and in a solemn tone
she said, my husband’s picture
is the dearest thing I own.  The months slipped by so swiftly… I saw her now and then,
and every time she took my hand
and paid her bill again.  Then one day she passed away,
and I went to say goodbye,
but when I saw her lying there
I couldn’t help but cry.  A gentle smile adorned her lips,
but on her lifeless breast
they had placed that precious photograph
…it was her last request.  Stocks and bonds and diamond rings
she left to fade away.
She only took the dearest thing
on this final day.  Yes, she took that portrait with her
into eternity,
and with that special photograph
went a tiny part of me.
And each of us must ne’er forget,
who share this precious craft,
that wondrous thread of golden love we weave into each photograph.

 

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