Nostalgia is something that strikes you as you get older. During the last Christmas vacation, I was cleaning and sorting my stuff. I stumbled over my father missal and two rosaries given to me by my grandmother. A breeze of nostalgia surrounded me and to the basement I went to put those under the lights. I tried to get some decent photos. It was also an exercice to master a little more the depth of field on my macro lens which is something I need to get use too.
No I am not trying to convert you to Catholicism, but here a few tries at combining those found again treasures of mine.
Nikon 85 mm @ f/11, 1/20 s, 400 ISO