At the rock n romp yesterday, we sat on a blanket in a backyard that felt like a mini Central Park. I brought my Joycam. Somerset brought her mask, so it only seemed fitting we document it. I snapped her picture, and for the next three minutes we watched her face appear in the alchemy of chemicals and polaroid magic. It made me so happy to watch her discovery of a photograph that didn't automatically appear at the back of the camera. Then it made me sad to realize in a few short years, when Harlow is old enough to appreciate the wonder of an image appearing in a polaroid, there won't be any left.
Save Polaroid.
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