Prints I am back, resident of New Zealand, and my photography has changed.  The barren beauty of this country has me shooting photos of buildings in empty spaces, and of my family.  I am deeply relaxed and happy with my lot and I struggle to type a Facebook status update, let alone a blog post. However, I am moved to Tumblr by the advent of two things. 1: Someone printed one of my photos 12 x 8 - mounted and framed it, they then gave someone as a gift.  I was utterly moved by this gesture. 2: Someone ran an errand for me and developed a film - they returned with prints.  I haven’t printed a film in years and I usually hate looking at 6 x 4 prints of anything.  They appear small and constrained and flat and ghastly. But, yet, out of this film 2 photos went straight to the fridge, secured by holiday trinket magnets, and another 2 will be given to to family.  Gestures I almost surely wouldn’t’ve ventured if I hadn’t (accidentally) printed a roll.

Prints

I am back, resident of New Zealand, and my photography has changed.  The barren beauty of this country has me shooting photos of buildings in empty spaces, and of my family.  I am deeply relaxed and happy with my lot and I struggle to type a Facebook status update, let alone a blog post.

However, I am moved to Tumblr by the advent of two things.

1: Someone printed one of my photos 12 x 8 - mounted and framed it, they then gave someone as a gift.  I was utterly moved by this gesture.

2: Someone ran an errand for me and developed a film - they returned with prints.  I haven’t printed a film in years and I usually hate looking at 6 x 4 prints of anything.  They appear small and constrained and flat and ghastly. But, yet, out of this film 2 photos went straight to the fridge, secured by holiday trinket magnets, and another 2 will be given to to family.  Gestures I almost surely wouldn’t’ve ventured if I hadn’t (accidentally) printed a roll.

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