Saturday, January 23, 2010

Dear Polariod,

My Polaroid, my Washington, DC Moleskine, and what it looks like when I wake up in the morning.
Last Friday when I thought I lost you, I instantly burst into tears; I had no idea I felt so strongly. I’m not a kitschy or sentimental person, so I’m trying to figure out why I’m so attached. Theory: you are the only picture like you in the world. I don’t have a digital copy, I can’t email you to my family, you can’t be mass-produced, you are unique, distinctive, rare. So the little ink blobs at your edge, the awkward bangs in my face, Cary’s squished cheek, the way the SWKT makes the mountains look like a backdrop... If I had a digital, I would have taken another picture. But with you, I take your imperfections and love them for what they are – because you are the only one like you in the world, and you are mine.

Yours always,
britt

4 comments:

  1. i'm not a very good commenter, but I do want you to know that I am an avid reader of your blog and that it is like a perfect cup of steamed milk and it always always makes my day. :)

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  2. I do love that about Polaroids...

    how did you do that entire project and I didn't make the cut to be in a shot? haha. jk. ;)

    this is a good one: spolosh.

    ps. i'm glad you found it.

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  3. "If I had a digital, I would have taken another picture. But with you, I take your imperfections and love them for what they are – because you are the only one like you in the world, and you are mine."

    You have said something very important for me here. I am going to take this to heart. I think this is right. Thanks, Shari

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