I'm coming to the end of my fuji3000b stock (a pack film for one of my old Polaroids). I should be more careful about what I'm doing with it...more thoughtful or creative or methodical. But, as is often the case concerning the impulse to make pictures, the moment can sweep me away with a thought (but more often a feeling) that compels me to pick up this camera.
Somehow I jumped on the nostalgia train this morning. Feelings of melancholy and loss were creeping up inside me like that damn English ivy on the trees in the yard. Funny thing, pulling out the Polaroid to try and...what?...somehow illustrate these feeling?...was very liberating. Maybe that's not so funny. Maybe I intuitively know that's how to move into and through these moments. Sometimes I think I know more than I give myself credit for.
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