At the passing of Kodachrome.
There's a Kodachrome slide of me as a baby with almost perfect color. I shot many rolls of Kodachrome 25 and Kodachrome 64 in the latter half of the 70s and early 80s. Because it's Kodachrome, we'll be looking at those brilliant reds for years to come, but there won't be any new images.
This past Thanksgiving I drug out my old Kodak Carousel projector, dug out some old slide trays and old yellow boxes, went to the old camera store and bought a spare ELH lamp in case the over-25-year-old bulb in the projector expired (it didn't!) and showed some slides to the family.
Like everyone else, I've succumbed to making digital images for the past few years. I knew this day was inevitable. Still, it's sad to see it come.