In an age when our lives are increasingly digitized, people either regard traditional forms of communication as vestiges of a bygone era (aw, letter writing! Landline phone calls!) or attach greater value to them as they become more rare. The same is true for entertainment and even the way we record our experiences.
As my days flow from one screen to another and my life becomes ever entwined in the nebulous morass of the internet, I find myself leaning toward the traditional. I don’t read books on a digital device and I don’t send e-greetings – the joy conferred by a handwritten missive simply cannot be replaced by an email or text message. And the more I travel, the more I feel impelled to do something more meaningful with the photos I take than fill virtual space. My Flickr is certainly robust but online collections hardly transport me back to where the photos were taken.
Immediate solution: a DIY book of photos. Here’s the rub: most photo books produced from online services look cheap. Plus, they’re typically quite cumbersome and almost always end up relegated to the back of a bookshelf or the nether regions of a coffee table.…
