I think printed photographs and albums aren't for everyone: some create photo books as memories, others don't think about it at all. In my circle, despite the revival of this tradition, there are still not many who make printed albums. 
Despite my work being largely connected to digital products, I very clearly understand that I am no less an offline person. Tactility, smells, atmosphere are important to me. I love filling my home with details and adore the aesthetic of spaces. 
Not long ago, I assembled my first Hronika album. It was physically and emotionally engaging. I should also add that the process is quite laborious: you sit for hours, first selecting frames, then composing, arranging them in the album, gluing them in, and adding captions. 

So far, I only have one album – I made it as a gift for a loved one. It contains all the best moments of the two of us over one year. I not only glued photos into it, but also letters, quotes, stickers, and messages. It turned out like a book. Very personal, very real.
I love looking through it periodically. It helps me feel grounded. It brings joy. In difficult moments, it brings clarity.

I have a huge amount of content – on film, on my phone, in archives. Hundreds of thousands of photos. A lot of duplicates. All of it needs to be sorted, selected, and reviewed. 
An album is different. It becomes a book you can turn to at any moment. When you're sad. When you crave silence. When things are good. Just to flip through, to touch, to open. Without a screen, without push notifications, without Telegram, without a backlight. You brew some tea or pour a glass of wine – and simply turn the pages. A sense of comfort and warmth settles within.