Perhaps in my early dotage I am turning curmudgeonly, but I am really tired of digital everything. In particular, I’m tired of digital photography especially when it is not even printed (and printed well).
There is so much connected to prints and we’re forgetting too much of it. The joy of finding an old snapshot. The smell of a darkroom. The depth of a really great print on amazing paper. Two people leaning their heads in to share the view. Looking at a contact sheet or negs with a loupe.
Without prints we’d never have this.
Or this.
Or the discovery of Vivian Maier.
Digital is ephemeral, intangible. But a print, even though it will fade or get water spotted or otherwise damaged, persists. Even when we don’t know the real story, a print tells us a story… usually our own.