Found my Polaroid instant picture camera in the basement closet today, along with a pack of film. Always tickled me how the film comes with its own battery. Snapped away, taking satisfyingly quick-to-develop photos of Ivy in repose. They all had a sepia tone to them, which was very 19th century.
Makes me sad to think that once the film's gone, that's basically it. Polaroid's not making these critters anymore.
I wrote a whole essay for my book today devoted to the Polaroid on the basement closet shelf. I believe I'll collage the photos of Ivy into a piece of artwork: "Sepia Pup on an Afternoon in May".
