The joy of photography for me was never in the finished product, and certainly not the moment of capturing the image on film. The joy was in that painstaking work that it took to bring my vision of what the negative could be, into being on paper.
Shove your “up-selling,” “cross-selling” or whatever else the fuck you call the endless spam. All you do is piss me off and make me want to find an alternative. Not every customer can be up-sold. Some just want a simple product to do a single thing. Leave us the fuck alone.
Things are rather treacherous out there. In my neighborhood, we have new-fallen (unplowed) snow, on top of wet (now frozen) fallen, partly-decayed, slippery leaves that were never swept or cleaned up because nobody seems to deal with those here either.