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.
I believe a photograph should be held in the hand. I print my favourite shots and enjoy looking at them and giving them away. I understand your need for lightness. Print the odd one or two while on the road. Leave a few memories behind for the people you meet on your travels. Create memories for others as well as yourself.
That is the only way Mike. Prints can’t travel with me, not the way I move around now. For portability, I am ever glad for digital.
I just recently did the print/postcard thing (print of one of my photos with third party peel and stick backing to let it better weather the rigors of automated mail sorting) myself. First time ever. Whatever other merits, demerits, or odd considerations might apply, I felt really good about making and sending a tangible object instead of an email with attachment. It was more real, more substantial, and felt more personal. Of course it was also a potential bit of clutter for the recipient. But I suppose that’s easily dealt with if it is.
So, is my inference from the above correct that a home base is still only a theoretical and distant concept?
I like receiving mail myself (though with no fixed address, that doesn’t happen very often), so I tend to send it to friends and family whenever I can. It *does* feel very good to make and send something physical.
I’ve had no complaints yet about cluttering up others’ spaces. Most of the people I know are happy to receive something other than bills and advertisements in the mail… and like you said, the clutter is too easily dealt with!