No need to die over this, happy or otherwise.
And a perfect example that we can often get caught up in our own world and lack the understanding of someone else's.
You are completely right that I, and some others here have stated that the switch from analog to digital was to us no different than buying a new car and switching all our shit over from one to the other. Because as you pointed out the process is something we don't care about. Whatever it takes to get from the subject to the final print is what we will happily or begrudgingly learn but the print is the goal.
Granted the switch was a massive and often expensive and frustrating learning curve but the benefits were to us, massive. Retouching being the main one.
But for others, you being one, would happily take a sledgehammer to all things digital and piss all over your boss's desk in the process so you could go quietly home to you darkroom and make analog prints and only come out once a year to see if you can see your shadow.
But you are right, it's easy to forget other people's background, journey and aesthetics and think everyone thinks like you do.
But you have to admit that when we said, they are the same, it was an affect of language and meant that, obviously we know they're different but to us they are the same, namely a means to an end.
I for one found out how different they are when after not spending hours in the darkroom, I lost the ability to,write some of the stories I used to write here. Outrageous stuff. Not sure if they are in the archive or not. Due to the miracle of chemistry I could write an entire story in my head and walk out of the darkroom and write it down in maybe 5 minutes and post it. Now no darkroom, no stories.
So I sincerely apologize that I didn't take your feelings into account when I wrote and PM you the various posts and replies. Because obviously there are people that live for the darkroom experience, cherish the tactility of it and wonder at the magical results. I'm just not one of them. Although a print revealing itself in a tray is a pretty fucking cool thing, much cooler than falling out of a printer.
But spending 10 hours retouching a zitty kids face on a negative and a few prints can soon cure you of the romance and breath taking splendor of that moment.
But you keepers of the dark have to understand something as well. Those of us who are portrait types get a massive buzz and shot of adrenalin from the act of photographing people, mainly faces and all the magic and nuances that are human expression and then transforming that to a print on the wall that elicits a warm fuzzy feeling from the loved one who bought it, every single time they walk by it 10 times a day for many many years.
I can count at least 10 kids that died while that picture was on parents walls, hundreds that obviously moved away and started families of their own and all the other emotional baggage that comes with family photography. And you have to understands that our thrill, joy, rush, comes from the creation of the portrait at the sitting stage, and hanging of that creation onto their wall and not from the mundane act of development, printing...darkroom stuff, that is just a part of the process to get there.
And now my wine bottle is empty and I'll say goodnight and delete this syrupy bullshit of an apology.
SHIT, dammit I just posted it.