learning to make good prints, one nasty over exposed negative at a time

When I was a kid, I loved photos of cars that were off center or fuzzy, just so long as the car was souped up, as if the car was so fast in its nature you couldn’t get a good picture. It wouldn’t let you. I loved pictures of guys with mullets not for the ha ha but because in that guys mind he was a Dude. That has a lot of currency with me.