For me the printing process is part of the magic of photography. It’s that magic that can be exciting, disappointing, rewarding and frustrating all in the same few moments in the darkroom.
A quarter of a century ago, when I started writing about computers, a magazine sent me a couple of machines to test and write about. They were called “plotters.” At the time, they were the peak of technology when it came to computers printing anything other than text.
Each plotter filled a table, and they were a wonder to behold. I clamped in place a large sheet of paper on one of the plotter’s broad, flat beds. ...