Polaroids of friends and family. Travels over the years. Impressions along the way. Laughter. Shoulders. Sunshine and nature. Tangible nostalgia, often emerging as if from a fog. Proof of past lives, of love, and various ways of seeing. If photography is the beauty of our memories made manifest, then I believe the Polaroid—imperfect, joyful, romantic, and messy—is its ideal form.