Delta

Like many of your recent photos, this suffers from Webification -- it needs the details that the Web takes away. Even if it were higher-res, most folks probably don't have monitors and lighting suitable for viewing it.

I'm having the same problem. My printer died, and after some reflection I let it lie despite knowing what I've just said about the Web. Fact is, almost nobody ever saw the prints anyway; they cost more time, trouble and dollars than they were worth. Besides, the luminance range of a print can't compete with what you get on a luminous screen. Like printed books, photographic prints are retro. I know: retro has its charms for some, as witness the Hummer and that car that's supposed to remind us of Little Caesar's drive-by shooting. But I'm too old now to be charmed by recent history.

Problem is, the new tech isn't there yet. Everybody knows that pictures in frames hung on the wall will soon give way to hi-res walls that can display whatever scenery or Morris wallpaper or framed Rembrandts you like, so long as somebody pays the toll on copyrights for images created after 1923. But soon isn't now, nor is it soon enough for oldfarts like me. Sigh.

That said, I love the photo, with its balanced-off-center static composition, the fulcrum of the weeping "Delta," and the perfect underscore of the granite curbstone. View it is a bit like listening to a string quartet played over the telephone -- if you know the music, it clicks into focus and you hardly notice what's missing.