Well, due to some circumstances, I have hardly taken any photos recently.
This is a fill-in-the-blanks topic, in which I tried to print some of the photos I have taken in the past on a whim.
I usually just view photos taken with a digital camera on my smartphone, tablet, or PC monitor, and rarely have a chance to print them on photographic paper. I know that seeing a photo reproduced on paper as a real object is a different kind of pleasure from seeing image data, but it is quite a hassle….
This time, on a whim, I thought “Let’s print it,” so I hurried to Bic Camera to have it printed in 2L size before the wind of my idea changed direction. All the photos are literally “re-print” from the Tadami Line photos I have published in past articles.
When the paper prints are finished, for example, they look like this.
No, it’s not like this. It prints quite nicely, but if I put the scanned data of a paper-burned photo here, I don’t know what the heck I’m doing.
I guess I should just post a physical photo of the printed photo.
The sleeve is kind of shiny and ruins the inside photo (ugh), but this prove that I tried to make a physical album?
I’m a bit flummoxed because I didn’t know how to do it by accident. It’s a lousy subject for a blog, but I’d like to make a strong point this time.
I’d like to say that printed photos are great after all.
I just had the photos automatically printed by a photo shop, but they are enjoyable enough. I remember that when I printed some of the photos I had taken before, I complained cheekily that the colors were not as I wanted them to be or that I didn’t like the slight cropping. I am not so bothered about such details anymore, perhaps because I am a little older or more dim-witted.
I think it’s the joy of seeing my hobby photos, which have been stored only in electronic space and in my brain, appear in the present world in a tangible form. It is a proof that it was not a dream that I took that picture, or, to put it bluntly, it is a feeling that I am alive.
Just to be able to show my acquaintances and family members, “Look at the beautiful scenery,” I feel that the paper-printed photographs are a small wedge that keeps me in this world by repainting the image of myself, which is becoming more and more diluted day by day. This is a very personal recollection, and I am not joking.
I am secretly determined to become an uncle who actively tries to print from now on.
