Since I've started shooting with a digital camera the number of prints that I actually make has gone down significantly. For personal work I usually load images onto my computer, process a few and then after I share them either here or on Facebook, I often forget about them - they seem to get lost in the abyss of my hard drive, external hard drive and back up DVDs. When I shot film I would take time to diligently put them into albums or photo boxes, I labeled them and made extra copies for friends or family. I love going back to my albums whenever I'm feeling nostalgic.
So, I promised myself that before the baby came I would print images from our trips last year to Italy and East Hampton. I had made a few prints from each trip here and there but for the most part, the images were forgotten after we came home and I moved on to other things - personal and for work. Last week, in an effort to keep my promise, I dusted off the empty albums that I bought last year in anticipation of our trips, loaded the images on to my favorite photo-printing site,
AdoramaPix, and ordered prints! Good ole 4x6 prints for my lovely albums. I looked through my other albums and photo boxes and with images from trips to Argentina, Thailand, California, Spain, France, Italy, Florida and a number of other places, I became so excited that I just couldn't wait any longer.
The advantage of waiting so long to order prints is that I have the chance to go back to the archives and find images that had previously been overlooked. So, here are some files that had previously been ignored but that almost one year later (we took a two week trip to East Hampton last August) are reminding me of that most beautiful of vacations.
As someone who spends most of my time photographing people, I often find myself completely mesmerized by the ocean. If you follow this blog you know of my love affair with the beach and that I love going there when no one else does. On this particular day there was a hurricane brewing in the southeast U.S. and it was causing a major stir in the northeast Atlantic. I loved the texture of the water and the way the waves crashed against the shore and then gently pulled back.