I remember teletypes with their bauded paper ribbons,
Telephones and forever fixed addresses, typewriters (ugh),
Press type, sticky jars of rubber cement & vapors,
And those crepe rubber blocks for cleaning up layouts.
Blue pencils, red pencils, photofaxes, the smell of paper
And ink, the rumble of those massive presses.
Pneumatic tubes that fascinated me as a kid.
La la, gone for good. Clear ‘em all out. Bye!
Oh, Word, I am not worthy.
Then there was: darkrooms, chemicals, Tri-X or Plus-X,
Velvia…American or English photo paper? More silver,
Blacker blacks. Light meters. Cameras weighed a ton.
Don’t even think about those glass lenses…weapons!
Then, in Rochester, evolved a sensor and a Bayer array.
Double K, seemingly oblivious, let it all slip away.
The future? Bring it on.