Day 94 of 100, Nordjylland, Danmark
In the midst of this all this moving around, I managed to make some prints. Which arrived right before we set out for Hannover.
They are neither extravagant nor exciting, just some pharmacy six by fours so I can have a look at my pictures in more tangible fashion. I’ve been carrying them around with me, thinking about why some of them work in print and not on screen, and others don’t in print but do on screen. I’ve come to some preliminary conclusions that I’m not going to share, largely because you’ve read it all before, and really, it’s five lousy prints.
It does hammer home my wish to print more though. In my head, a photograph should be a tangible thing I can hold in my hand and do something with, even if that “something” inevitably ends up being “draw on.” It would be nice to know a bit about finishing the photographic process, myself.
But living out of a bag means that having a printer is a non-issue. There’s nowhere to have a printer, and there’s nowhere to keep prints. Of these five I made, three have been discarded, and the remaining two that are good enough to keep, will be turned into postcards. Prints, ultimately, are weight, and weight limits are restricted to the necessities, which cannot, in this life, be prints.