My last 128 rolls of Kodachrome showed up at the door at 5 below zero. I had to put the entire box in a garbage bag to avoid condensation…and it worked. I saw lots of really nice frames but two stuck out that I had to scan, one shot of a windmill amid the night sky reflected in a mirror in the Kansas Prairie from the last roll, the other of the very last frame on the roll shot of the women who work at Dwayne’s Photo on the last day the K-14 line was ran. Kodachrome is history now, all that remains are the many photos and movies that were made on the fine film.