Polaroids of friends and family. Travels over the years. Impressions along the way. Laughter. Time. Sunshine and nature. Tangible nostalgia. The dissolution of decades. Proof of past lives. Various ways of seeing. And love, mostly. If photography is the beauty of our memories made manifest, then I believe the Polaroid—imperfect, joyful, spontaneous, and messy—is its ideal form.
