I used to cut loads of images like this during the early days of the blog. Something about that final touch makes things feel custom, and custom feels luxurious and luxurious feels expensive and expensive feels worth your time, even if you aren’t paying to look.

I recall thinking in college that good art was visibly labor intensive. I thoguht that with no inkling of the labor theory of value, marxism, or even handicrafts. Ultimately I would pursue all of those things and understand them as best as my brain allows me to. I still think things that look like they took time to make, even just a little more time than is usual, look better. Making art of your kids is a hallowed tradition. 
This blog isn’t a painting or a photograph, but it’s something. I wonder what Sally Mann’s children think when they look back at all of the images taken of them. I’m not sure what I think of when I walk past the framed pictures of me my Dad took decades ago. Mostly I think he’s good at photography. I’m not sure how I’d feel if I flipped over the print to find reams of semi-private stream of consciousness diary.
Hopefully I’d think it was cool.
Hopefully she thinks it’s cool.