for the love of prints


I hold the photo up to the webcam and there's silence as my entire family gathers in the kitchen 1500 miles away from where I now sit. At first there's silence and then everyone bursts into chatter all at the same time as their eyes adjust to the image on the screen. "Where did you find that?" ... "Look at how young she is!" ... "That looks like you!" ...
We, as photographers, are keepers of treasures.
I have an obsession. And I know I am in good company here. We all take tons of photos. (The above is a recent stack of 200+ prints from a three day weekend spent in NYC) I am an everyday shooter, as are many of you. This means alot of hard drive, alot of archives, alot of backup, and hopefully alot of prints.
My love in real life is in the texture of a photograph in my hands, something I can actually hold.
As photographers, we are the family documentarians. How has the digital age changed the role of the photographer? I take this job seriously. My brothers used to joke me about it, but now everytime I show up with an image, a memory, a 2x2 inch square of photobooth paper; they realize my deep photo love and they appreciate it even more because I am bringing the past to light for them to enjoy as well. An image in hand can touch your heart more deeply than an image on a computer screen. Printed photographs are gifts.
We've talked storage before. But what I want to know is: do you print your photos like in the days before digital? Do you have a shoebox, an album, a wall of photos? What I want to provide for my son is what I find in my own parents home now as a grown woman. Yes, albums of our lives documented. Yes, milestones and favorites framed on the wall. But the biggest gift to me is the side table. The drawer in the upstairs office that is crammed with photos all randomly tossed in there. Photos mailed from lives in other states, photos carried to nursing homes and back from funerals, photos of lives spent in day to day beauty. It's a treasure chest to me. I grab handfuls of photographs everytime I go visit, I sit down with a lap full of faces and memories and outtakes. And each time I do, I find something new. All equally important. All coming into my life at the most important juncture. When pictures speak more than a thousand words, these scraps of kodak paper float down on me like dreams.
Many of us have a memory lane. Do you? Some of us come to see our parents and generations before them with an entire set of new eyes. Show me today, great basement finds, a favorite oldie, or even the photograph you took just last month that you keep telling yourself you'll print up someday. And think about making that someday today, your future self will thank you.
Reader Comments (28)
http://marciescudderphotography.com/index.php?showimage=1271
[ http://risingtothechallenge.blogspot.com/2007/11/photobooth-friday-3.html ...a very old blog post that came to mind as i read your post today...]
I recently sat down to scan the family photographs most in need of preservation. I am enchanted by those tiny, yellowed black and white prints. Here is my grandpa in the 30's - I had never realized what a dapper young man he was... http://www.flickr.com/photos/38858797@N00/4966986923/
http://lifesignatures.org/wordpress/category/photography/page/2/
http://michelfeist.squarespace.com/wishful-thinking/2010/8/7/i-am-pretty-blessed-34-years-long.html
http://picturingtheyear.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-of-july.html
http://www.flickr.com/photos/48337138@N04/4967541283/
A number of years ago I unearthed my parents old slides, and had some of those printed. I felt like I'd discovered buried treasure every time I picked up a few snapshots from before I was born from the developer. Here's one of my favorites.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/22487105@N06/4716689833/
I wrote a poem about my job as a photo restorer. It goes liek this, and it was a great ice breaker for new clients:
What do we do when we restore the faded photographs of old?
We clean the glasses of Father Time, so his story can be told.
And when we reframe Grandpa's picture and hang it in it's place,
in the sunny alcove next to Grandma's antique vase,
We can watch our children grow, remembering the love
that Gram and Gramps still has for them in heaven up above.
- Jim Pryts-
http://www.flickr.com/photos/autumnsun/4968127489/
www.mariechristinephotography.blogspot.com
Here is a favorite, its not the best quality of photo but its of my babies and shows how much she loves her little brother
http://www.flickr.com/photos/40383774@N07/4969194483/
I do miss the old school feel of the photo in my hand, and when I have a really special shot will print it, just because.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/14811117@N02/4975861130
I've stopped printing photos and I'm scared to death that I may loose all the memories if my hard drive fails, sure. I have some in web galleries.
One of the items on my life list is to make photo books with all of the photos I have, so that I can I leave something tangible for my granddaughter to show her children years from now.