As often happens with our posts, this one begins with a seemingly unrelated mish-mash of ideas that will hopefully find some confluence by the time I’m finished writing (and Marcia’s had a a chance to proofread it). We’ll see!
To start with, today is Marcia’s Dad’s birthday. He’s 90 years young today, and although he may not be quite as spry as he was in 1933 for example, he’s still quite vivacious and certainly not done with life!
The next thread in this post is our friend Bob. Bob is an photographer. An analog photographer. Yes, that means he uses film. He’s not adverse to digital and he does scan his work when required, but he’s in love with printing, with the feel of a photographic print. While 99% or more of images today are seen on some form of electronic device, Bob maintains that there’s there’s something lacking in not being able to hold a print in your hands, feel the texture of the paper, to hold something ‘real’. I don’t print much of my work, but I agree with him. I read a post recently about another photographer, David Duchemin, who makes prints of some of his recent work and then leaves them for others to find. He leaves them in coffee shops, on benches, wherever, and he has no knowledge or control of what happens to them after he walks away. That, however, is the whole point, and I like the idea so much I’ve been giving serious thought to adopting it. Continue Reading →