Any photographer worth their salt should know how developer tastes. I'm not saying that we should pour it in a rocks glass and muddle some fruit and bitters into it. What I am saying, is that to understand the soul of photography, one should take the opportunity to create an image from film. This is why I decided to take a Black & White photography class at Stony Brook.
When I was younger, all we had was film. I even worked in a darkroom for a period of time, developing and making prints by hand for a local newspaper. Like most people of the pre-digital world, an outing would consist of one or two rolls of film in my pocket for the day. Only a real serious shutterbug would have more than three rolls of film in his arsenal. At the end of the day, we would mail them off or visit the local drugstore and drop off our film. The waiting was measured by the day or by the hour if you got fancy and visited the "Photomat". One thing was for sure though, there was no way you knew that you had anything until you opened the envelope that contained your prints and negatives.
When you finally got your prints, it was magical. You would open the envelope like a child on Christmas, that didn't know if he was naughty or nice. Photographs were relics of the day. If you were especially nice, you would get a second set printed up to distribute to the people who shared the day with you. They were kept in your wallet, taped to your dashboard and used as bookmarks in your favorite book. They were mailed in cards and hung up on your mirror.
We flash forward to today. I now consider myself an avid photographer, with years of experience and formal education under my belt. Armed with lenses that cost more than my car and enough lights to land a jet with. My darkroom is now my computer and my Photomat now sits on my end table, at the ready. I can now share my images with the world through many social media options or simply post them to my website. In today's world it's not uncommon to take several hundred pictures in one afternoon. It is even more common to delete more than you took. So where does this leave our venerated friend that was once revered for it's magical properties?
The digital image is here to stay. There is no fighting the tide of advancement. The "selfie" is now ingrained into the history book of photography. Lewis Hine's noble immigrants have been replaced with duck-faced, teenage girls and Irving Penn's still lifes of food have been supplanted by a snapchat image of today's lunch at Subway. As the global community spreads, it is no surprise that we are becoming a people of visual communication. Emotes and info graphics bombard our daily lives. Instant gratification takes too long. Thanks is now Thx, and sarcasm has become a dying art.
As I stand on my my soapbox and pontificate platitudes on the evils of technology, I point my digital camera out to the world. I take the shot of the unwashed heathens and look at the back of my camera like a chimpanzee. Am I an arrogant hypocrite who should reject the tools of the day and retreat to the basement? There has to be a happy medium.