Flickr Photos On Demand

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So I just figured out last night: I can send photos from my flickr.com account to a local photo processing center with just a couple of clicks. Yay technology! It took me two + years to realize I can do this, but better late than never eh? Maybe two years from now I'll fully figure out my new cell phone, too.

I can print photos at home, but it requires hooking up my printer, which is no big deal but also one of those things that I just get too lazy to do. Plus I think I deleted my photo printing software a few weeks ago trying to clear out space on my hard drive. (My dad had this handy little Canon photo printer with paper and ink he bought online. You just stuck in the photo card. He explained it all to me, but now I've forgotten the details. I feel now like I should have been following him around with a little notebook, writing down everything he said, but I didn't.)

I sent four 4x6 photos to be printed, for a cost of $.80. You can pick them up an hour after sending. I can also buy large prints for just a couple of bucks. So if I want to frame that picture I took of the Brooklyn Bridge for example, a couple of clicks, done.

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Comments

Wayfaring Wanderer said…
I've just bought a new Epson color printer that is an absolute dream, the quality of prints I can do are unbelievable........but Flickr has made it rather convenient to have them done by someone else.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Rebecca Foster said…
Epson? I will have to look into that. I print very few photos, but maybe if I had a printer I'd print more? I toy with the idea of making my own Christmas cards and thank you cards.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
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