Making Memories: The Lost Art of Printing


Faced with the task of writing about my favorite childhood photo, I dug deep into our attic to look for something worthwhile to present. What I got instead was a small epiphany. Read on!

Sorry. I don’t have a scanner.

In a rush to meet my deadlines, I scoured my family’s meager photo archives for what I could consider my favorite childhood photo. At the back of my mind I had none, but it was worth a try. What greeted me was pages and pages of my older sister’s baby photos. Such is the plight of the younger sibling. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not the jealous type. Besides, we aren’t much of a picture taking family. Anyway, I digress.

Upon searching, what immediately came to mind was not the technical aspects nor the compositional elements of each photo I came across. I couldn’t care less what camera or lens was used on the images I was looking at. No matter how crappy or out of focus a photo may seem, a smile always manages to come out.

This, I feel is the power of photographs.

I read a while back about how all photos are just “images” up to the point that they are printed, in which they become photographs. It might sound silly at first and quite frankly, pedantic, but the whole experience of looking at an album of printed photos is leagues ahead of looking at an album online.

With photos uploaded in social media and imaging sites, all the viewer is looking at are thumbnails and more often than not, the collection as a whole is ignored (unless it’s a collection of swimsuit selfies, where your stalkers have a field day). With printed photographs, you’re greeted with fresh images and rekindled memories with each turn of the page.The story unfolds right before your eyes, as opposed to skimming through. The effect of thumbing through old photographs and getting hit by a wave of memories is something purely analogue, something I feel that no amount of #throwbackthursdays can replicate.

What’s the relevance of all this to my favorite childhood photo, you ask? Simply put, it’s through this whole exercise I was about to relive small shards of the past. I was able to see our old house again, my holy communion, my graduation from high school, and other random events that peppered my life. While the shots are not artistic per se, they still remain relevant, at least to me. For old photos, it’s the history behind it that becomes important. The aesthetics just come second.

P.S. Don’t you think I look dashing?

This month is dedicated to #MakingMemories with Lomography. Raid your attic, blow the dust off your photo albums, and share your favorite analogue memories with the world. Scan those photos and upload them to Lomography and your social media accounts, using the tags #MakingMemories and #Lomography. It’s time to celebrate the good old days through the magic of analogue photography!

written by cruzron on 2013-10-03 #lifestyle #analogue-photography #makingmemories

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