Printing My Images: I Finally Managed to Get Around to It (Well, Two for Now).
Printing My Images: I Finally Managed to Get Around to It (Well, Two for Now).
As a photographer, you'd think I would print out my images more often (at least I would like to think so). But in this digital age, it is rarely the case. Well, that's about to change!
It’s different, seeing and feeling your images in physical form. And I know this, having learned my craft in the pre-digital era.
The only way back then to see your work, in fact, was to make prints.
Or become really good at interpreting film negatives.
But one tends to forget, especially in this fast-paced digital world.
Well, I am happy to report that I managed to have two of my images printed and framed recently!
And I have to admit: I’m really pleased I did.
Admittedly, it is not hanging in a minimalist gallery space, but that’s not the point. The point is to get your images printed and hang them up where ever you find space.
In my case, to view it, you only have to cross an obstacle course of toys first (but that adds to the fun).
You can stare at your images on a screen all day, it just doesn’t hit the same as appreciating a physical print hanging on your wall (or held in hand).
Plus, it doesn’t matter what you are doing, for example sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee, or chasing your 4-year-old around the house, the print on the wall is always there to enjoy - all you have to do is glance over at it and be transported back to that moment when you captured the image.
Now compare that to digital images.
Fine, you might be able to look at them on your phone in the coffee example above, but try that in the “chasing your 4-year-old” scenario - forget it!
Additionally, there’s an unexplainable level of satisfaction in seeing your image/s hanging on a wall.
Yes, even if it is your own wall.
Maybe even more so.
Interesting observation:
I find myself - often at odd moments - just staring at the two prints above, hanging on our wall. And I am instantly transported back to those moments in time.
The smells.
The cold or warm air.
The different levels of exhaustion.
The beautiful moments of journeying and serenity.
And then I’m quickly brought back to the present by a monster truck crashing into my leg (our 4-year-old loves them).
In any case, where was I?
Ah yes, the point of this week’s post.
It was to share the stoke I felt by finally getting around to printing out some images and hanging them on the wall.
The image of the glacier crossing I wrote about last week, here, if you’d like the know the story behind it. And the image of the moon rising over Albania was part of my “Corfu - A Visual Journey” post, here, captured while we were on holiday in Greece earlier this year (this one involved a rabid cat and a 4-year-old delivering a dead mouse to our table by hand - but that’s for another “Story Behind the Image” post!).
That’s it for this week, I hope you found some inspiration to print out a few of your own images and hang them up!
Or maybe you have already done so, and I’m just late to the party?
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Until next time ✌🏽.
Cornelius
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