I love printing for the satisfaction it gives me to complete a process begun before the shutter clicks. I love it for the control, or at least the appearance of control, I have over every step of the printing process, from print-directed image editing to selection of paper. Most of all, I love it because it occasionally gives me the opportunity to revise history, to change the way I thought I remembered the way I wanted the print to look when I took the picture.
For me, the whole printing process is a rush like the first time I saw a print appear as if by magic in a tray of developer, but without the smell and exposure to materials of questionable toxicity.













































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