I was lamenting the days of when I used to use a loupe to look at slides and proof sheets. There is something about the intimacy of closing one eye and getting really close to your image that is appealing to me and always seemed to be excelent for editing images. Or so I thought. Upon my return from the USSR in 1990, I went through several edits of the images I shot. Somehow I amassed a considerable number of out-takes. Granted I was 24 at the time and Russia was my first photo journalism assignment ever, but man oh man that was one big pile of slides that didn’t make the cut. Slightly disparaged, but still excited about what I did achieve, the…