The Contact Sheet Comes Out of the Closet: The photographer's secret rough draft is now on museum walls

(Slate) I miss contact sheets. I miss those grids of small photos that show you exactly what's on a roll of developed film. I miss them so much that now, when I take digital pictures, I don't delete any: I download everything from my camera to my computer to get lots of thumbnail-size images—some blurry, some not; some memorable, some not; some in series, some not. There they are, rows upon rows on my screen. A virtual contact sheet. And yet nothing like a contact sheet. Continued

Photo: 'Portrait of a baby girl' (National Media Museum's photostream at flickr)