Making prints. This is Craigieburn Road in New Zealand, just past Arthur’s Pass.
Then you find out there is also a place with that unlikely name, Craigieburn, in Australia.
Factoid. The Interweb tells me that the name Craigieburn originates from Scotland. It combines two Scottish words: “craigie,” meaning rocky or craggy, and “burn,” meaning stream or creek. Scottish settlers most likely applied the names of the places in New Zealand and Australia.
A very gray drizzly day, but Carlijn Jabobs is in FOAM. Not of this world.
No shortage of color in New Zealand.
Blijft een grappige foto.
All those digital archives where jpegs lie, leaking their bits. Making real prints is a beautiful thing, after all.
(Then again, re-photographing the print for this digital world does detract from the quality and experience).
Murchison, New Zealand, is a small South Island town between Nelson and Greymouth.
Ik kwam deze weer eens tegen. Mijn 3 seconden beroemdheid op de NRC website.
(De foto is genomen bij Egmond aan den Hoef, niet in Noord-Brabant)
An incredible set of presents in the analog mail today.
From left to right:
Punk zines Terror Management and How To Photograph Punk Musicians In 5 Easy STEPS from Terror Management. See also his blog.
The Many Lives of Erik Kessels, by Aperture and see the site of Erik Kessels—super inspiring guy.
Two pictures for the zine MADNES by Bouwe Brouwer in a suspect plastic bag.
The photo book Black Diamonds by Rich-Joseph Facun. Ik did not know him yet, my friend Raymond recommended it to me by my friend. I will report about it later.
The first morning light of 2024.
Sure, it sounds like well-worn wisdom. However, there’s an undeniable truth here. A carefully crafted print holds a presence that no amount of Instagram scrolling can replicate. A very different thing from a minuscule picture on Instagram.
I recently tested this in my studio. I let my Epson P600 work its magic on some Epson Exhibition-grade paper. As the prints emerged, each one came to life anew, showcasing subtle textures and gradients. The depths were something your phone screen could never quite capture. It’s like the difference between listening to vinyl and streaming music; there’s just something tangibly real about it.
Quadrant for De Kwakel, Uithoorn, and Heerhugowaard added to my megalomaniac Noord-Holland grid project.