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Photography is at a low point in its history. And it makes me sad. But first a little photography history lesson to see how we got here. (And hope for how we change it for the better.)

We’ve been at this photography thing for just about 193 years–the first photograph was made in 1826.  And while it had a slow start, it grew rapidly when Kodak introduced the pocket camera and the Brownie 75 years in around 1900.

And then it had tremendous growth in the first part of the 20th century.  Films got more sensitive to light, cameras got more portable and we were happily shooting holidays and vacations, often on the same roll of film.

You can see some of these photographs gathered.  They get published regularly on Old School Cool and The Way We Were.  Photos like this.

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Time marched on.  We got through the 1950s with the great rangefinder cameras like the Leicas and Yashicas. The 60s with the 126 Instamatics and 110 pocket cameras.

Then came the SLR, with the big Nikons and Canons among other interchangeable film cameras taking the family photos.  The amazing Canon AE-1 in the 1970s, advertised as the simplest camera you can own.  You or your parents may have had one.  They sold in the millions.

All along photographs were printed, dropped into photo albums or left in the envelope they came to us from the processor.  Stored in shoe boxes,  some hung on the walls of our homes along the staircase, each of our siblings taking a place in frames in a diagonal orientation.

Then the 80s and the point and shoots, the disc camera, the APS cameras and finally around 2000 the advent of digital cameras.

And then digital was in full swing, with the small point and shoots, 1.3 megapixel to start.  Gradually, they’ve grown to 50mp as DSLRS and APS-C bodies, then mirrorless and there’s nothing we can’t shoot with them. Some of the latest bodies even shoot over 60 photo frames per second.

And that’s precisely the problem.  We can do too much.  We can shoot too much.  And we do.  Then there’s the phone where we snap away at everything in front of us all day long because we can.

The quantity is the problem.  The quantity of photographs is the problem.  We’ve never been inundated with so many pictures like we are today.  It’s constant, it’s everywhere we go, at all times–concerts, theater shows, parties, dinners.  We can’t put the phone down.  The pictures just keep coming.

And then what?  Nothing.  No one goes back to them to look at them.  Sure, maybe we show one photo to someone, but what about the 60 per second, the dozens we shot today on the phone?  No one sees them

No one will ever see them.  Because no one cares.  Even we don’t care.  We shoot them because we can.  Because we think that’s what we do now.  We’ve been told that’s the way it is.

And that photo of our family like the one above from 70 years ago?  Never gets made, because who goes to a photographer anymore for a family photograph?  No one.  We have our phones.  We can shoot selfies.

That photo above doesn’t get made, period.  We will have made millions and billions of pictures, and none of that quality will last.  Because no one cares.

The young generation, they don’t care.  They don’t have photo albums.  They don’t care about photos for the future.

They have their phone now.  That’s it.

When it gets replaced, the photos are gone.  So what.

When it gets lost, the photos are gone.  So what.

When we take them, we don’t even care about them.  Nowhere is there a family sitting around their phones or computers looking at photos of Grandma.  There’s no one doing that.

Photographs don’t exist in present day.  Pictures depicting people and things exist temporarily until we forget and can’t be bothered to offload them and edit them down.  “What?  10,000 photos–I’ll just save them all.  Who has time to look through them all?”

We are in a dark time photographically.  We don’t value photography.  We don’t hire portrait photographers to document our families.  We don’t have photographs of our families and friends in our home.  We don’t live with photographs.

We live with our phone. The phone with thousands of photos we have no interest in sorting through, or looking at.

Ev-er.

How did we get here?  We were doing so well.

We got here because quantity is a good thing and a curse.  The fact that you can make thousands of photos a week doesn’t mean it’s best to make them.

We are in a photographic dark age.  The photos we are making now mean less than ever.  We will never see them, our children and grandchildren will never see them.

We may as well stop making them–it’s all pointless.  Unless we print a book of photos or make up an album of snaps at the end of the year, the photos are like vapor–here now and good for nothing tomorrow.  Because they’re gone.

No one cares. Too busy snapping.

Wouldn’t that time be better spent experiencing the thing we act like we’re photographing, since really we are doing nothing? While we are always on the phone and making the constant snaps, how much do we miss out on?

Technology has advanced so quickly, that we are at a low point in history photographically. And we need to change our culture and get to a place where we value photography again. And document who we are. And photograph our families and have professional photographs made. Value what we once had and now is lost.

We do it by printing one photo. Or having one professional family portrait made and putting it in a frame in our house.

We do it by putting a picture of grandma in a frame on our dresser. Portraits of the kids back in frames on the wall.

Print anything you want to last. It’s the only reason we can see those marvelous faces in the old photos–because they exist as photographs.

Not as digital files. Not buried in heaps of data and information, but a real photograph that we see as we cross the room–they’re here with us.

It’s what a photograph is. A printed picture.

If I get just one person to print a photograph by discussing this, that’s one great-grandchild that will get to see a photo from today that wouldn’t otherwise exist for them.

That’s why I press this issue. That’s who I’m writing this for, on their behalf.

I want us to change the culture to value photographs again. To preserve our family history in pictures. Real pictures. Real photographs.

As Seth Godin says, “People like us do things like this.” We value photography and family portraits as an important part of our history.

If you’re a person like me who values family history, join me and print a photograph. Print ten this year. Print a photo book of favorite snapshots. Just make something that will last for generations.

The great-grandchildren will be glad we did.

[As always, if you need help printing photographs, I am a professional who can help with prints and books. And I make family portraits–it’s the most important work I do. ~Kenneth]

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Perhaps it’s special because it feels like an event when you’re flipping pages.  Is that what makes it different?

Maybe it’s nostalgic.  Or just a wish to get away from all things digital, especially since so many of us are in front of our phones and computers all day.

Call it a resurgence.  A return to analog.  Whatever you want to call it.

But I’ve been making up small pocket-able albums of photographs for some of my clients and they tell me they love them.  When they get together with friends, they pass the album around the table to show photos and they can share them without having to pull out their phones.

I’ve had a couple dozen orders so far this year and it seems to be growing in popularity.  Any other photographers experiencing this trend?

wajda-1.jpgThe albums contain all kinds of photographs–ones I’ve made, or their own photos–pictures of family and friends that they send to me to tone and crop and I get printed for them.

And since the photos are 4×6″, they’re larger than their phone, so they look better and easy for friends to see.

I asked one client about the experience when her friends see them, what it’s like, and she said people seem to look at them longer.  They look at the photos and ask questions and talk about them.  Because it’s much slower to flip to the next one, since it’s not just a swipe away.

With the phone, it’s swipe, swipe, swipe, done.

I know it’s true when I show my work to an art director at an advertising agency.  I always bring prints.  There’s something extra special about holding a mounted 12×18″ print that just beats an iPad every time.   Art directors have even told me they prefer to look at real prints.

A few people have asked for printed books, but the majority want the simple 4×6″ albums with real photos tucked in the individual sleeves.

It’s interesting, there are old photo albums in our family, and my nephews and nieces have always loved opening them and perusing the images, looking back into the history of our family.  But why is this an old idea?  Why can’t there be new albums?

Of course there can be.

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I run a monthly event for photographers to come together and show their work called Beers + Cameras: Boulder.  Most people bring digital files that we put up on a projection screen.  But occasionally, someone will bring hand-printed photographs–glorious black and white prints that they made themselves.

Those are always the highlight of the show.

I don’t believe it’s nostalgic any more than why Tom Hanks types with a typewriter.  Some things–not everything–but sometimes, the previous way worked well. And for Tom, thank you notes made on real paper are special in a way that an email is not.

I’d say that’s what’s happening with photographs now, and how people are once more valuing the simple photo album.  It’s not like there are hundreds of orders, but there weren’t half this many all of last year.

They’re easy to create.  They’re inexpensive.  If you want a hand with one, give me a ring–that’s what I do.  I can crop and tone yours to look their best.  720.982.9237

Or make one up yourself.  See if you don’t get the experience I’m seeing with my clients.

It’s great fun, and I’m glad to see prints making a resurgence, even in a small way.  Those very well may be the only photographs that survive the digital dark age.